Last Thursday I met a WWII Veteran, and it had such an amazing affect on me! [View all]

We were in the lobby of a medical clinic, he was there with his daughter. He was 101 years old, but looked like he was no older than a spry 85. We talked for about a 1/2 hour. He was there for DDay, the Battle of the Bulge and liberation of concentration camps. Like most vets he didn’t share a lot of details, just that he was thankful to survive and live such a long life.

I pointed out to him that my spouse, who sitting next to me was a Vietnam vet. He got up in my husband’s face pointing his finger…..I thought uh oh. But he told my husband that he was the real hero, he signed up for a senseless war and came home to be treated like crap.

Anyway, just meeting him was so profound and really affected me in a positive way. As I said that was last Thursday. Now I’m angry, just simply pissed off all of the time. This, THIS isn’t what this kindly gentleman fought for and could have bravely given his life for. I go to bed every night wondering what this old man must be thinking right now. I’m not religious, but my heart goes out to him.