Good Morning..Today is Veteran's Day. Both my grandpas and 3 of my uncles served in the armed forces. If I am not mistaken they all have seen their share of battles and have their own demons from doing so. They experienced the horrors of war that I have only read about and I cannot imagine how much affect that has had on their lives and the lives of my cousins, their wives, and my grandmas. I remember my cousins as they came back home when my uncle Dave was in Vietnam...even then I didn't fully realize how hard that must have been for them not to have their daddy home every night to tell them he loved them or for them to tell him that they love him...not to see him for birthdays, or holidays, or just to make you feel like a family. How strong of a woman my aunt Marilyn was and is..for going through all of that alone....or what felt like alone. But I always remember her laughing or having a good time when all of us got together to go swimming or the root beer stand...and we got those really tiny mugs of root beer.. I don't remember all of the everyday things, but some things just stick with you...Vietnam wasn't a real popular war and unlike today alot of people were angry with the military..the government, whatever..but regardless at the time the men and boys (yes boys..18 yrs old some of them..) were not honored when they returned home, no parades, no handshakes, no nothing..my uncle flew home from his first tour in the middle of the night and it was just our family that met him and welcomed him home....it felt like he was being snuck in to keep the protesters away. I was young, but that is what it felt like to me. I wondered why..why he would make such a sacrifice when it would have been easier to stay home with his family..not to have been shot..not to have shot someone else..He could have died many times over and nobody would have known or cared but us...So to all the Uncle Daves, Phil, Frank, their wives, their children out there..thank you so very much for your sacrifice.