11 November 2002
On the eleventh
"It wasn't me who started that ol' crazy Asian war," the song goes. "But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore."
And yes, I suppose it was a chore, in the strictest sense of the word: first we take care of business, then we can sit back and swap stories.
Some people will look at that word "proud" and grimace. "How can you possibly feel any pride in what you did?" Well, I did it well, and at the time, it seemed like exactly the right thing to do. Thirty years later, it still seems so.
No regrets from this former Army man; I wore the green, like so many others my age, and fortunately, most of us came back from where we'd been.
You don't have to spend any time remembering me today, but please do think of your friends and mine, your relatives and mine, who took on this "patriotic chore" themselves. And say a prayer, if you would, for those who didn't come back.