I hope I never forget…
“When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?”- George Canning
So, it’s Veteran’s Day… I started to copy and paste an older post tonight. This one to be exact. But, that’s not exactly fair. These men and women fight for us every day. The least that I can do is write a new post thanking them for what they do.
When I was in highschool we often had silly dress up days during homecoming. They varied slightly from year to year. (I know this story seems off kilter, but bear with me) Sophmore year we had a sixties and seventies day. Being the odd, yet predicitable little girl I was, I naturally went full-scale hippie. Pixie and I made way to many beaded necklaces. I wore extremely large boot cut jeans and a vest full of patches that I thought represented the time. I painted a peace sign next to my eye, and made the most super slamming “Make love not war” sign ever.
I went to school, and was actually having a blast. Then I went to my ROTC class… I was immediately taken into Sgt Major’s office. Now I’m sure you all didn’t have a Sgt Major’s office (or maybe you did) but it’s very much like the principals office. Only with much more swearing, yelling, and horrible garlic breath while you stand at attention and try to avoid the specs of spit going toward your eye. Actually looking back it really wasn’t bad at all. But in a 15 year-old’s mind it was the worst possible place to be.
I was told plainly and clearly that my costume was shitting upon everything that they had taught me in the year and a half of class. It was beyond disrespectful. Then there was more yelling, cussing, and spit. Finally we sat down to talk about it like rational adults. Err… well rational adult to teenager. We talked about all the negativity that soldiers faced when coming home. I explained that the sign to me meant that if we loved everyone then there would be no war, and we wouldn’t have to worry about our loved ones going somewhere to be killed. But, I wasn’t stupid. I realized I hurt his feelings or something akin to the fact.
I threw the sign away, washed my face, and took off my vest. No I wasn’t told to do those things. I could have even kept the sign that started the mess, but I didn’t. Even then, the last thing I wanted to do was be misunderstood, to seem negative to those serving, or to hurt anyone. After all, I was all about the love. I learned several important things that day. Words have more power than you imagine, we often take for granted the sacrifices made by others, and blue eyeliner is a bitch to wash off with school supplied soaps.
So while there are times I don’t support the decisions of the military, I always support those who have to follow those decisions. It’s the only loving thing to do, right?
Until next time, I remember.
autumn







