To all of our vets...

Thanks for the sacrifices you have made on behalf of all of us! Just want you to know that there are people who will be eternally greatful to you.

Thanks Jay, and to all my fellow vererans out there I'll add my thanks.

Ditto here.

I was extremely fortunate that the "sacrifices" during my hitch were all but nill compared to most others during the same time frame, as I went into the Navy as part of the mass enlistment for the Tet Offensive of '68, which I spent in south Texas at a pilot training command. I offer my gratitude to those who served, and who are serving with far greater levels of sacrifice than I ever experienced.

Better late than never !
Just let me echo what's already been said and add only this.
Every Veteran's Day, Memorial Day and Fourth of July I make it a point
to personally call my Uncle who survived the Bataan Death March and
a couple of widows of since passed Heroes that I happen to have the
number for. Now it's time to email all the Vets that I know
and consider my Bros to personally let them know that I appreciate
their service for my family, myself and my Country.

God Bless our Veterans and Troops,
meller

Like Roger, I was lucky as well and spent my entire military "career" at either Ft Dix, working at putting 105 and 106mm recoilless rifles and .50 cals on jeeps and 3/4 tons or at Ft Devans in a combat engineer battalion, training to go to 'Nam. My time was up - they went, I didn't. Many died in that unit. I then transferred to a heavy lift Air National Guard unit that served the Dew line with rattle trap C-97s.

Our town recognizes returning Iraq and Afghan returnees with recognition at a town board meeting - which I occasionally attend. Other events over the year also recognize vets - a recent one, WW2, Korea, 'Nam, both Gulf Wars, Panama, Grenada and Afghanistan were represented. Those that served, in those countries and in those wars - they are my heroes

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.