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I am an 11 year Navy Veteran who has served all over the world and most recently returned from Afghanistan the end of 2012, my friend and I were walking out where I live and was struck by a car while crossing the street. I have had to learn how to talk,walk and become a part of society again. I have an amazing wife,family and friends who have been here as a major support system. Things have become more and more harder to function as a normal person, I have hit the bottom and the medical and legal bills continue to pour in. My wife and I are trying to remain positive, but something always manages to knock us down over and over again.
My birth father is a Marine, that much I know. He was probably stationed at Westover ARB in 1964 and met a girl in Greenfield MA. I was born June 14,1965 and at the time my birth name was Judy. I am trying to locate him because he is an important part of my life and would like to meet him. I have always had a special spot in my heart for our military and a Marine in his dress blues has always been my favorite. I think I have a lot of my birth father in me. I never give up and I take care of those who are important to me. This is a shot in the dark, and I hope those who read this will share this. I know the places and dates will trigger someone's memory. I am proud of my birth father for serving his country at a time when most probably treated him bad for being in the Vietnam war. I am proud of all our service men and women and thank them every chance I get for serving for my freedoms. I am hoping my birth father is still alive so I can get to know him. If not I hope he told someone in his family about me so I can know him through them and pay my respects to him. If any of this rings a bell please contact this site so that they can put us in touch. God bless all our Military and their family and keep them all safe. Have a blessed day, thank you.
I was stationed in Ca. in65 during the protest of the nam war. I was over there 2 times, the first return when coming thru the terminal in Ca. I to was spit on and could not understand how one American could do this and call a soldier the names they called us, well I could not take it anymore when I was surrounded and felt like all I could do was fight my way out, which I did. My second return was on my back and straight to Walter reed and there for what seemed like forever. Then I found out that the young man that saved my life was there and after begging my way to him so I could thank him which I did even after he was medical discharged until his passing which still hurts for I lost a very important part of my life (My Brother) which I meet in nam. By the way he was a young black man and I am white but color was not in either mind just love for a brother that was willing to put their life on the line for you. This has been with me for many years and will never forget. I still went by his home to see his mother until her passing for that was my family. God Bless our brothers/sisters past and present. Wish this is the way it would be now.
in age of 16 i join military academy study about Israeli tank tech and systems after that i recruit to IDF (Israel defense force) for 3 years and stayed after 3 years due to war that broke up Yom kippur war I sow myself few times in a sure death , i was in Lebanon for few military operations and Lebanon war 2 (2006) stand by , I am still a soldier in heart and soul the training and disciplined we get follows you for the rest of your life , I was near 5 years in IDF service which it stay with me mentally and spiritually , military life and culture is in my blood just like any other IDF soldier in active service or a vet , we commit our self and swear from early age to defend and protect the holy land because we have only one land no other and we must protect it , and that commitment follows us for the rest of our life if it is in the service or out in regular life of uniforms is like a stamp in our heart that never wears out
I support Israel and salute to the brave man and woman in uniform of the IDF and US Troops
My son returning from Bagram, Afghanistan from Serving and Defending our Great Country Courageously against Global World on Terrorism.
My First Text:: May 3, 2013 6:33 a.m. Mom, I'm back in Georgia
No Honor or Achievement Awards Ceremony or a Homecoming Parade.
“ True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” - Arthur Ashe
May the courage of who have served, and the sacrifice of those who have died serving their country never be forgotten
Son of the Late Ernesto D. Rael and Mary Anne Rael Garcia
Mother of 9 veterans shares her experiences
PINE BLUFF, AR -- The mother of seventeen children, Rozena Williams made sure she didn't show favoritism.
"I got some of everything and everybody,"' said Williams.
But nine of her boys are special -- not only to her, but also to our nation. They all served in the military.
"It wasn't any good jobs for them and that's the way they wanted to get out and make themselves. But they got a lot of their education after they got out," said Williams.
They're Bobby, Sammy, R.J., Chancie, Rickey, Teddy, Jimmy, L.C., and Ernest.
They traveled to different countries and fought on battlefields while their biggest supporter stayed behind.
"I don't watch them war pictures at all. I don't even cowboy shows cuz they're shooting," said Williams.
She couldn't keep in contact through Skype or Facebook but letters brought her peace.
"I'd write them letters and I sent one of them a cake and it got crumbled up."
Her sons say Veterans Day is not just about them. You can't leave out the prayers of their mother, which are prayers she said got answered.
"I just thank God we were able to make it through. 9 of us in the military the stress that it put on her knowing her boys were in the war zone," said her son Rickey Williams, retired U.S. Army (Ret.)
My youngest son Matt has always wanted to join the Army since he was little. His dream finally came true when he passed MEPS during the Christmas season and he's only 17. I'll never forget the day his recruiters came to my house with paperwork for me to sign him over to them since he wasn't 18 years old yet. It didn't hit me until later the impact of signing those papers had on me. He'll graduate high school in June and then he'll be heading to Ft. Benning for his basic training. He was so excited when he took the oath at MEPS; he has already memorized the Soldier's Creed and has recited it several times. I know when I see him graduate basic I will see a different person and I will most likely cry like a baby because he'll be a man prepared to fight for his country and even die for it so we can all still enjoy our freedom. Do I want him to go? No, but I am proud he has chosen this path and that in his heart this is something he wants to do. I will worry like all mothers do, but I also know that he's in God's hands and I will pray for him every single day he is gone serving his Country.
I was in the Army, infantry, Viet Nam, 1970-71. During the Bush years there was a concerted effort to encourage people to thank a veteran for their "service". Today the push is to call veterans "heros".
In January of 2003 I literally woke up to my military experience. I knew little of politics and policy. I consumed vast quantities of information to develop answers to two questions: Why war? Why do we so proudly send our children to kill other children? The answers came slowly - mostly from books. Howard Zinn's "People's History of the United States" was an eye opener. It was closely followed by two time Medal of Honor recipient Marine Major General Smedley Butler's "War is a Racket". Many other books, DVDs, and conversations followed. The bottom line, as I see it, is that war is about money and markets. The cabal that runs this country spends a lot of our tax dollars trying to convince us that war is honorable, heroic, and the "only way" to insure "freedom".
Robert Mcnamera's film "Fog of War" showed me that the Gulf of Tonkin never happened. I met a Navy officer who was on the Maddox. He resigned his commission when he saw the lie. Thus we invaded and destroyed a country, killed four million, "lost" (physically and mentally) hundreds of thousands of our own - because some group wanted war. I also recommend the DVD "Vietnam: An American Holocaust".
Service is what the person does who fixes your car. When the word "service" is applied to the military it helps to justify violence as a method for conflict resolution. Like "defending our freedom" or "bringing democracy" the word "service" is used to lower the barriers of aggression. My motto is: If you have to hurt someone to solve a problem, you are the problem.
The military solution to conflict is death and destruction. That's not service. Call it what it is - the military.
I had not seen my sister in close to two years, she is currently serving in the U.S. Navy as a CTI. My birthday and my only wish was what it had been the past two years, to see my sister again and hang out like we used to do all the time. I live on the east coast and she was stationed out in California so traveling out there wasn't very easy or cheap.
I was unaware at the time that my mother had been planning a surprise for me for my birthday. The day before my birthday I was sitting on the couch in my living room watching TV when i heard the door open and someone walk in. I thought it was maybe just my dad coming home early from work and didnt pay much attention to the fact. I then heard a females voice say "Hey!" I knew that voice but the possibility of it actually being my sister was slim to none. I responded with a quick "Hi Lila" not thinking anything of it, it was automatic, the words just came right out of my mouth. Time then felt like it froze and my mind was racing, "did I just say Lila? that was dumb shes 2000 miles away." Then out loud i asked "wait....Lila??!!" I turned and looked at the door to see my sister standing there laughing. I was overwhelemed, I've never been happier to see someone in my life! It was to date the best gift I have ever recieved and I dont think it can ever be topped.
Watching all the joyous family videos of returning vets brings tears to my eyes. Yes, the emotion of the moment for these families is very heartwarming, but for me they are painful.
My father did 3 tours of Vietnam with the Big Red 1 out of Fort Riley Kansas and came home under cover.
There were no community supported surprises and no welcome home bands. No streets lined with "Welcome Home!" signs and flags waving in their honor. What I remember most was that we attended funerals and wakes weekly.
By the time I was 10 years old, I had attended more funerals and Masses for fallen soldiers that were friends and brothers in arms to my father, and the fathers of my friends than I have attended in the years since. There were no honor guards protecting us from the ridicule and no thank you's at the airports.
The hardest part for me is that those men, who fought and died and those that came home to the ridicule, for the most part had been drafted, and yet they did what their country asked of them with courage, honor and dignity.
The young men and women of today volunteered, they had a choice. That they are honored today goes to show that those that suffered unreasonably in the past and their loved ones remember and refuse to let others suffer in the same way.
For all those Vietnam vets that ride the honor guard and say thank you in the airports with tears in your eyes I REMEMBER! I thank you for your service and hope that one day your heartaches and hurts of the wrongs done to you can heal and you will get the honor and peace you deserve.
My father is at peace now as we lost him in 2012, but I know he is standing first in line to welcome home those that pay the ultimate price at the gates of Heaven as he should have been welcomed home here on earth!