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Racing Discussion => Racing Discussion => Topic started by: H-man on November 11, 2005, 04:27:46 AM

Title: I didn't want to wait
Post by: H-man on November 11, 2005, 04:27:46 AM
... until the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month.

Happy Veterans' Day!   8)
Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: dylanfan53 on November 11, 2005, 06:26:12 AM
Sincere thanks to the Veterans, Servicemen and Servicewomen for their service and sacrifice.  :)

Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: Dawn on November 11, 2005, 06:44:20 AM
Thanks!

 ;)
Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: Burt Munro on November 11, 2005, 09:19:21 AM
Quote... until the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month.

Happy Veterans' Day!   8)

And to celebrate we'll have a party - Fasching!
Yeah, the Germans have it right.....  party all the way up to Fat Tuesday!
Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: Super Dave on November 11, 2005, 11:28:47 AM
Happy Veterans Day... :)
Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: H-man on November 11, 2005, 11:49:22 AM
QuoteAnd to celebrate we'll have a party
QuoteYou got it RWB.  It's part of the tradition to drink a toast to fallen comrades.  And, of course, you can't let a bottle go unfinished once it's opened ;D
Title: Re: I didn't want to wait
Post by: tigerblade on November 11, 2005, 12:31:27 PM
Posted by my wife on another forum:

QuoteI just called my dad, a Ret. Master Chief Petty Officer, USN (one half of the only twins ever to be Master Chief Petty Officers). Served with Nimitz (funny stories), in Vietnam and Operation Desert Storm. 2 Purple Hearts (turned down his third because they would have sent him home then and his brother would have replaced him), a Silver Star and a Bronze Star. My daddy's a hero.

I honestly don't know how he copes with day-to-day life. It's one thing to be so decorated. It's another to lead as normal of a life as possible after witnessing all of the terror that he has seen and participated in. He was a corpsman on the front lines in Vietnam. When my sister and I were little, it wasn't uncommon for our bedtime stories to include something like "then we went into the village and had to kill all of the women and children because they all had weapons and wanted to kill us." How do you cope with life after that?