I'm a vet (USAF) and I'd like to thank all of the men and women currently serving in our armed forces.
I knew this guy named Jack Parker (not his real last name). Jack was a terrible drunk and a WWII vet. When I first met Jack, he was at his worse. I think Jack wanted to drink himself to death and he nearly succeeded several times. Jack was retired law enforcement, 20 years on the job. I won't reveal where he worked, but the initials are NCHP. He was a big man, 6'4", 250 lbs. Jack would get sober, then not so sober. His drinking and ETOH withdrawal complications had gotten progressively worse.
The last time I saw Jack Parker, he was sober and looked happy. Probably because he had somehow managed to stay sober for a few years. I was curious. What happened to make a hopeless alcoholic stop drinking? I had to ask.
Jack Parker landed on a beach in Normandy, France on June 6, 1944. Part of Operation Overlord. D-Day. He fought for his life while his friends were being slaughtered. Somehow, he kept fighting and managed to survive.
Jack returned from overseas with plenty of demons. A lifetime of demons. Demons you can't drink, ignore, or chase away.
Jack Parker returned to Normandy, France on June 6, 1994. He went over with a group of fellow survivors. Finally, the demons were gone.
Remember and honor those vets who have died fighting for the freedom that we all enjoy. More so, remember those who are currently serving and fighting for our country. Hopefully, they'll be home soon.
They're going to need plenty of patience and love, just like Jack.