posted on May, 29 2009 @ 11:59 AM
Last Sunday, I was talking to one of the nicest, kindest, most tolerant souls I ever met. He landed at Anzio, and while a very gentle soul to meet,
he's in his 80's but inside, he's as tough as nails.
In the area I live in, we have many former vets. Ed Horton, one of Doolittle's Raiders lived here an at age 92, just died in a car wreck, We have
Pearl Harbor vets, famous Generals out the kazoo, some of the largest former weapons dealers in the world live here, and we are due to get the 7th
Special Forces Group in another year or so.
I'm seeing a friend in the hospital, eating a meal at the cafeteria, and strike up a conversation with an elderly man. He was one of those Americans
who in 1939 headed to Canada to join the Air Force, and fought the German Air Force in the Eagle Squadron long before the US became involved.
Talked to men at Takur Fahr, in the Khobar Towers, bombing Japan, Black Hawk Down Rangers, and TACP's who helped bring the Taliban government
So, I get to talk to a lot of guys, and it is a rare bird that has regrets. Oh, you regret the loss of friends, and you somewhat regret spending
holidays, graduations, births, and so on of your friends and family, but that comes with the territory.
If you ever want to see an old man's eyes light up, ask HIM if he'd do it again.