In 1943 at the age of 18 I was one of the GIs who entered the U.S. Naval Construction Battalion Sea Bees and served 23 months in the South Pacific, from the southern tip of New Guinea to the liberation of the Philippines.
Are you tired of hearing the word veteran? I wonder if the mother and father who lost a son or daughter are tired of hearing the world veteran? I wonder if the white crosses are tired of hearing the word veteran? I wonder if the wife who lost her husband is tired of hearing veteran? I wonder if the G.I. who isn't quite the same as he was when he went into the service is tired of hearing veteran? Is the son or daughter who lost their dad tired of the veteran?
While writing this I wonder if you own a house, drive a car, eat a good steak once in awhile, have a good retirement, go to any church you want to?