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https://www.youcaring.com/memorial-fundraiser/funeral-expences/282134 My George was a viet nam vet, he passed away in December from lung and bone cancer due to being exposed to agent orange, while he was protecting all of us he sacrificed his life with being exposed, i only had 9 short years to love My George and now i need to go on myself, but it really hard with the money issues, yes i got dependent pension from him but it isn`t much, if you can point me in the right direction to help me, i would so appreciate it, i do have a gofundme site set up for help but hasn`t been much!!! Thank you for serving and protecting us, God Bless America!!!!!!
After spending 2 years in the Infantry at Ft Wainwright Alaska I got to my duty station at Ft Lewis.
When reporting for duty the First Sergeant asked me if I was short. I said yes and figured that they were going to give me a bad time before I got out in 1977.
Instead, I got sent to Huckleberry Creek Mountain Training Camp right in Mt. Rainier National Park and became in instructor.
I taught skiing to the troops in the winter and mountaineering in the summer as I wound up my tour of duty.
Truly the best job in the United States Army !!!
I look back on that time as one of the best times of my life. I feel very fortunate to have done it and I am filled with good memories of the place. The people I served there with were a great bunch of men and women. We drank beer talked trash and did everything that GI's do when they are performing their missions.
It was a blast and has served me well throughout the rest of my life.
The life of a Veteran can be a hell on earth
full of Anguish, Pain and Sorrow.
Flashbacks, Nightmares and remembering
all the brothers that have no tomorrow.
In combat your mates were everything
dependable, strong and true.
But when you came home it was hard to express
all the turmoil deep inside you.
War changes people in many ways
brings out their best, their worst and their fear.
When reunited with mates you try to talk
but it always ends up in tears.
The experiences shared on the Battle Ground
can bring down the strongest of men.
The high price of being in the military
means you have to kill now and then.
The psychological effects of war
is where damage really lies.
Physical injuries take time to heal
but when the mind breaks it changes our lives.
If you have never served your country
been in a war zone and had to kill.
Give some thought and thanks to the brave Aussie lads
that put their lives on the line, to protect you.
Hi, I'm Claudia three years ago I met the man of my life on a dating site. Sgt. Richard Andrasic who is still in deployment in Syria. For the past year we have text each other and exchange emails photos bsck an fourth to each other. We are now on our 5 years in this long distance relationship in which its been hard for both of us. And we are in engaged to be married and about two months ago I diagnosed was with breast cancer. He miss my first surgery but has been there for me all this time from so far he is the reason i living his my rock he gives me that strength to go on and lose my self in this fight against cancer. At this time my cancer is gone for know in which his tired for so long to come home his filed his retirement papers and were accepted. But it's been really hard for to come with money we need to bring him home for good cause of my illness i cant work. Been trying to find a part-time job to work but nothing yet. I have lots of faith that i will find something soon to bring my soldier home to me and his family that miss him so dearly he is a great man friend, father, soldier to his country but most of all the best fiance a women like me have in her life. God bless our troops and bless you Sgt. Richard Andrasic i love you with all my heart Claudia.
Our son left on Aug 6, 2012 at the ripe old age of 17 to Marine Corps Boot Camp in San Diego just a few short months after High School graduation, I was happy but scared at the same time, he was about to embark on a journey he had planned on since seeing the towers fall in elementary school to rid this world of Terrorists. To see him on Nov 2 2012 graduate Marine Corps Boot Camp was one of the most highest points in my life besides getting married and having my children. My dad was a Army man serving in both WW 11 and Korea as a combat medic and my husband served for over 11 years in the Army but when it comes to your own child it is way different. The emotional roller coaster is forever going while you are a Marine Corps mother, wife or child of a Marine. Then during his school in NC he got orders to Okinawa Japan. That was really hard to take for me knowing that he was going to be so far away if something happened to me you see I am a diabetic. The stress alone can effect your blood sugars. He had been away from home only once growing up besides school trips. To know your child is going to serve his country in another country is beyond stressful then in October of 2013 he calls to tell me he is deploying to the Philippines and the stuff going there was almost as bad as Iraq or the Sand Box. He was in harms way even in the Philippines. That deployment was 6 months of hell for this seasoned military mom.He is soon headed to his next PDS. I am so proud of the young responsible man that he has become and what the Marine Corps has taught him, he will someday make a very fine Police Officer which is his destination. I love that fine young man of ours and he will always make his family proud! Semper Fi & God Bless America
This is a go fund me account I created for a homeless 101 vet.
This is happening right now.
My Grandfather, Ed Creamer is my hero!! He was shot down over the Bering Sea in 1942, at the age of 21. He spent 1183 days as a POW.
He would tell people who would ask how he was treated by the Japanese, "that there were others who were treated worse." He never said anything bad about what he went through during his time as a prisoner. Many years later, when he was able to meet the man who shot down his PBY-5A plane, he shook his hand and said to him "you were just doing your job."
Papa was a life member of the American Ex-Prisoners of War, he was a guest speaker at POW-MIA ceremonies at our local base. He was one of the first inductees into the Maritime Patrol and Reconnaissance Hall of Honor for his actions prior to and after his capture. He was also inducted into the Association of Aviation Ordnancemen Hall of Fame.
Papa never met a stranger, he liked all people. Papa was a true American, he loved his country. I only hope that I am half the person he was. He loved his family with all his heart and soul, especially my Grandma, Jeanette Creamer.
He died in August 2013 at the age of 91. Gone but never forgotten.
I graduated high school in June of 1968. I did not want to go to Vietnam so I joined the army in august of 68. I was 17 so my parents had to sign papers for me to join. My mos was door gunner when I got to fort Rucker I was able to change my mos to air traffic controller. From their I went to keelesler air force base for AIT. Then in December of 1969 I went to Vietnam till March of 1971. I spent 15 and one half months in Vietnam and a total of 3.5 years in the army.
My Daddy Rat, Colonel Charles N. Bullard, US Army retired, served two tours in Vietnam, the second of which was voluntary. He is now disabled, and has Parkinson's from the Agent Orange utilized in the jungle. One of my fondest memories is of the year he had the honor of being the Parade Marshall in the opening of the Fourth of July festivities in Southport, North Carolina. He was in command at Sunnypoint, which was the largest amunition depot in the US. I was a cheerleader, at the time, and was in the same parade. What makes this so special is the fact that he headed up the front, while my fellow cheerleaders, and I, rounded up the back. This man has always been my biggest hero, and I am one of the luckiest girls on the planet to have had the honor of being raised as a Military Child. I want to thank all of the past, present, and future warriors, all of whom have my heart and soul. Without each of you, this great Nation would not be considered the land of the free. I sleep better knowing that each of you are sacrificing life and limb, and taking bullets for our citizens. I would most definitely take a bullet for each and every one of you! My father instilled the Warrior Ethos in me from day one, and held me to the highest of standards for which our Armed Forces are known. Before he got his Commission and went into the Army, he served in the Navy aboard the USS Midway. He knew both sides of the ranks, which gave him a unique perspective. He made me into the most diehard Brat, and so very proud to be an American. God Bless you all!!!
During high school, my son; Cliff suffered an injury to his ankle. Post surgery I was told that he would never play football again and to withdraw him from ROTC (his passion). After graduation, he worked several jobs whose offers were limited. Exhausting insufficient pay and no benefits, Cliff talked with a recruiter. Cliff explained about his two year old injury. The recruiter told him to lie about it and say that he was in a motocycle accident. (not true) He was enlisted into the Army National Guard. In 2004 Cliff was activated with orders for IRAQ. I begged for him to disclose his injury so that he would not have to go overseas. Cliff strongly exclaimed; "Hell no! I am going to be with my troops!) In 2008, again he was on tour status. After 15 years of service and two deployments to IRAQ, Cliff' suffers from severe PTSD. Cliff is extremely anxious in a crowd, when around people , he watches their hands. While in a room , he must know where the exits are. He becomes overwhelmed at the slightest issue. He has panic and anxiety attacks, depression, insomnia, he isolates himself, and has a plan of suicide. Years of ruck-marching, strenous exercise and PT, has left him with limited mobilization. He is facing surgery to fuse his ankle to his lower leg bone. He has gained nearly 200 pounds. He cannot work. He recieves NO financial help. He is separated from his wife and son. Now that you have met Cliff, I hope that you understand, he is a hero in that, he did NOT have to go. He could have easily been discharged from his duties. He could have stayed behind. He could have reduced himself to a chicken! Cliff's mother, Linda Hendrickson