I am working in the public school system currently, just like my dad (like father, like daughter. So true). It somewhat makes me laugh because I was raised homeschooled (thank God. Best thing that ever happened to me). I know nothing about what is taught in public schools. What are “Periods”? What does that buzzer mean? What classes do they have throughout the day? What’s it like being a public school kid?
Working in the school system is interesting to me. It piques my curiosity. I want to see what their world is like. And personally, I don’t feel I missed much, education and social wise. But that’s another topic. I’m here to talk about Veterans’ Day. And honoring our soldiers. And them honoring you.
I’m not saying all American soldiers are perfect. In fact, I’ve heard some stories of veterans who were knuckleheads and said some very nasty things to some of my friends. But that’s another rant. I’m here to talk about our good American soldiers.
I have a very high respect for our soldiers. I come from a very Patriotic family. Both my immediate grandfathers served in WWII, and I respect them a lot for it. Some of my close family friends are military. I respect their families a lot. Do you know what it’s like to be uprooted over and over (every few years) from your home and have to get settled somewhere else? It’s rough.
My brother is an Eagle Scout. I have a high respect for men in uniform. It’s not just that they look good. It’s more than that. They have structure, respect, authority, and honor. They honor our country and live out the Bible verse, “There is no greater love than this, that a man lays down his life for his friend.”
Do you know what it’s like to come back from war? I certainly don’t. But I understand the PTSD. I don’t know if I technically have PTSD, but I know I’ve experienced some of the symptoms of living through an incredibly rough time in life. I know how hard it is to recover from. I can’t even imagine living through the horror of close friends dying, of the stress of war, of the stress of decisions and their repercussions, of having to take a life in the line of duty.
In short, I have a lot of respect for our military.
A few days ago was Veterans’ Day. And there was an assembly at the school I work at. I loved seeing the band, the orchestra, the choir. I loved seeing the military men. And, as I helped out with my special needs kid, I told them, “Thank you for your service.” What was their reply? “Thank you for your support, ma’am.” I loved that. Not just the part about being called “ma’am.” Dang, that’s nice, being called that. It carries so much respect, and means a lot. I loved what they said: “Thank you for your support.”
In a lot of ways, I am not very proud of my home state, Washington. We are very anti-war, especially during the President Bush administration. I love peace as much as the next person. I agree that war is a terrible horror. But I look to the Bible. God called His people, the Israelites, to war (read the book of Joshua). The terrorists attacked us on 9/11, and we acted appropriately, I think. Currently, Paris is getting attacked, and the world is rising in support of France, decking out their cities in the colors of the French flag. I was up in Seattle yesterday, and the whole city was full of those lights. Terror is evil and wrong. It is an attack of the Evil One.
This world is a messed up place and I am thankful for a military who defends us and fights for us, protecting our freedom. Thank you, American military personnel, for your service.
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