So, I wrote this today for my beloved husband.
You probably won't even recognize this 70 year old Vietnam vet. We don't have any other photos, just deteriorated, heat damaged slides. This was taken before he served a year as a combat medic in Vietnam. He came home in 1969 with a mustache, deeply traumatized by his experiences. Soon after, he shook off the red dust from his soul and got to work trying to make the world a better place. And that's what he's done every single day since then, through fire fighting, emergency medical services, nursing, teaching, leading, serving. Today he's spending his day at school building sets and directing stage crew so they are ready for the MS musical next week.
Contrast his life's work with 70 year old DT who lied, avoided military service and has served no one but himself ever since.
So, today I stand proudly by the seven veterans in my family, but most especially my husband, an honorable and decent man who always puts the well-being of children, community and nation first in his life.
I thought it was a beautiful tribute with one dig at DT, but my niece freaked out and wrote a scathing response. Oh well, at 67 years old, I am going to say what I believe.
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