Setenta y Ocho

Today was an awesome day. I know that I was putting together Words of Wisdom by Sheezy, Part 2, it’s still a work in progress, but I would like to share a special moment that I had today with all of you. Today, my family and I went to a certain city here in Georgia and went on boat ride about this city and awesome facts about this place. Well, I was talking to this older couple on the boat; regular conversation, where you from, all that good stuff.

Of Course I was repping my state with my Alabama hat and this older gentleman asked me if I was from Alabama? I said, Roll Tide! (That means yes in Alabamian) He asked what brought my family and I to this area? I told him that I was active duty military, but I was medically retired because of some injuries I sustained while deployed. The boat ride was a little over an hour. We came back to the dock, I gave the hostess a tip and me and the family went to our favorite restaurant, which is TOP SECRET and will not be disclosed in this format.

The older gentleman walked in behind us and asked if we were going to be eating some lunch and we all in unison said Yes! The next thing he did, I could not believe. I’ve had it happen to me, by myself, but not with my family. This gentleman and his wife said, that we had to let them pay for our lunch. I said, no I can’t let you do that. He then said that’s the least he could do for a fellow Veteran. We ordered our food, but while we were waiting for our food, the couple had already gotten their food and was about to leave. He walked over to me and said, Thank You for your service and sacrifice for this country. I told him, that I was only doing what I felt was the right thing to do.

Before he walked off, I asked if I could have his email address so that we could keep in touch. He was a little shocked because he didn’t think that I would be interested in to talking to an older couple. He then said to me that he fought in Vietnam and that the welcome he received when he returned to this great country of ours, was not what he thought a person that did what he did and see what he saw should receive. As he was saying this he started to get choked up. I then told him, Thank You for your service and that he did what he thought what was right; I also told him that he wasn’t the one that volunteered to go and fight. His country called and he answered.

I’ve had numerous people come up to me and say, Thanks for my service, but this time, it was different. It felt different. To have a Vietnam Vet say to me Thank You for your service, knowing that he didn’t get that same welcome humbled me. I was speechless. When I reached out to shake his hand it was almost like I felt the same pain that he felt when he came back from Vietnam. I took down his email address and I am going to do all I can to keep in touch with he and his wife. I don’t know if any of you understand what I am talking about, but it’s a very humbling experience.

I felt this same way when I was chosen to jump into Normandy on the 65th Anniversary of D-Day. Being able to walk on the same beaches that many men paid the ultimate sacrifice, touch the water, having the opportunity to have a moment of silence to myself and let the water touch my boots that was filled the blood, sweat and tears of men that didn’t know that that day would be their last, is a feeling that many will never understand. It doesn’t matter what era you fought, whether you were a soldier, sailor, marine or airmen, a special bond  is shared.

I hope for the sake of the people that actually read my Blog posts understands where I am coming from and understand that if I was all over the place, that it wasn’t meant to be that way. I just let my fingers type what I was feeling.



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