In the early summer of 1967 I married my high school sweetheart. It was the Viet Nam war era and he had volunteered for the draft, knowing his number was coming up. He was stationed in Texas at the time and came home on leave for our wedding and a short honeymoon. Within a week he was back on duty, and I remained living at home with my parents. 
One month later his unit received their inevitable orders to go to Viet Nam. They trained together for several months, then deployed as a company. He was a Recon Sargent, at age 20. He, along with a Radioman and his 1st Lieutenant, would scout out the enemy and call in firing coordinates for the heavy artillery. Soldiers with that position had a short life expectancy on the battlefield.He'd been there for five months when his two years were up. Within 48 hours he left the jungles of Viet Nam, was mustered out, and found himself back home in our first little apartment. What he experienced in those few short months forever changed him. I doubt that a week goes by that he doesn't think about it. Every once in a while I hear a story he's never told me before, and my heart hurts for him ~ even after all these years.
So it's with a heart of gratitude and thanksgiving that I salute my Veteran ~ and all the others that have served, and I pray for those that are serving still. I love and appreciate my husband every day, not only for the fine man that he became, but that he came home to me at all.Blessings to you, Susy
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