I woke up to several posts on my Facebook wall thanking McDaddy for his service to our country. I was humbled to think that several of those posts came from blog readers I have never met.
If you knew McDaddy in real life, you would know that recognition or attention is the last thing that he desires. But he is certainly appreciative of each of you who took the time to think of him, and thank him. And I am, too!
Our lovely little church has been planning a Veteran’s Day service for a number of months. I knew it would be the kind of service that would make me regret putting mascara on because I get all emotional and sappy about stuff.
As it turns out, I was right.
I was humbled to escort McDaddy into the service. My mascara lasted approximately 3.4 minutes.
We were seated near a World War II Veteran who worked for months in a 7,000 bed POW hospital.
Two other World War II veterans were honored for their long-standing serving overseas.
Another Veteran was credited (and honored!) for saving a comrade’s life.
I didn’t feel worthy of sharing a pew with these men. They had served for years in foreign countries. Witnessed horrific events. True American heroes.
When McDaddy first told me about this upcoming deployment, I acted like a brat. OHYESIDID.
I slammed stuff. I cried. I said “I TOLD YOU SO.” I questioned. I cried some more, and then I got quiet. It was like I had hopped on a roller-coaster and couldn’t get off.
But here’s the thing; I am so freakin’ proud of McDaddy. And I support him. It’s just that I know how tough these six months are going to be. When the kids go to bed, it is sooo quiet in the house. When I’m cheering for the boys at a ballgame, and I think about McDaddy being alone in a foreign country, it’s almost more than I can bear. He’ll miss holidays. And both of our 40th birthdays. School activities. Important events. You name it. He’ll miss it.
Deployment is not easy. In fact, it was the hardest time of my life. But, when McDaddy took the oath to uphold the constitution, and protect this country against all enemies – foreign and domestic – he meant it.
He meant it with every ounce of his being, because that’s who he is.
And when I took a vow to be his wife, guess what?
I vowed to support him – for better or for worse – in this endeavor.
And I sometimes need reminded of that.
So, as I sat and listened about the sacrifices of these true American heroes, (one received FOUR purple hearts, AND SAVED A LIFE!) a tear ran down my cheek. And when McDaddy presented a World War II Veteran with a plaque and saluted him, I cried the ugly cry because I could tell McDaddy was holding back a tidal wave of emotions.
It was enough to give me the swift kick I needed to get a grip on this thing.
And believe me, I needed one.
I was humbled and honored to participate in the Veteran’s Day service today. Political affiliations and beliefs aside, we are all citizens of this great nation, and we, as responsible adults should be praying for our leaders to make sound decisions, and for every single service member to make it home safely to their families.
And, remember that any day is a great day to thank a Veteran for his service.
There are some pretty special Veterans in my life (my father-in-law, my cousin, and two great uncles) and I’d like to thank them for their brave service and sacrifice. Words could never properly express my gratitude.
And to the most important Veteran in my life, I would like to say that the boys and I love you and support you. We are a team, and we will get through this. The boys are so fortunate to have such a wonderful, selfless example as their most important role model. You are my hero.