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dragonlady7Called the two veterans in my immediate family yesterday. Sister has no accent until she has to holler at her kids, then she’s all Southern. (She’s a Major in the GA Nat'l Guard now; she went to college on ROTC and was stationed in Germany, then served two tours in Iraq; she was most recently posted at Ft. Stewart in GA so she owns a house near Savannah and her husband works as a civilian for the Army while she does National Guard and stays home with the kids, who are 2 and 4.)
Dad can’t hear me on the car’s Bluetooth thing; his hearing is not great, and actually was damaged during his service in Vietnam. So I made that a brief call, and he was glad I’d called. When my sister was in Iraq, Dad was openly jealous at the popular support of the troops; he came home from Vietnam to a great deal of popular contempt and has never forgiven US popular culture for that. He served in the 1st Gulf War as well, but from near home, as an intelligence analyst in the National Guard, and his unit was deployed to Iraq in 2003 but he was left home since he was at the mandatory retirement age (60); they let him stay in an extra year, but made him stay behind in the US to take care of the honor guards for the remains of unit members killed in Iraq.
I called both from the car while I was driving from work to pick Z up. We left straight from his work to drive to visit K and his wife, about a 4-hr drive.
I wished K a happy Veteran’s Day– he served in the Navy during the 1st Gulf War, and in Somalia. Then I plied him with beers and petted his dog, and he told stories, ironically enough, about being a Confederate Civil War re-enactor.
Dad can’t hear me on the car’s Bluetooth thing; his hearing is not great, and actually was damaged during his service in Vietnam. So I made that a brief call, and he was glad I’d called. When my sister was in Iraq, Dad was openly jealous at the popular support of the troops; he came home from Vietnam to a great deal of popular contempt and has never forgiven US popular culture for that. He served in the 1st Gulf War as well, but from near home, as an intelligence analyst in the National Guard, and his unit was deployed to Iraq in 2003 but he was left home since he was at the mandatory retirement age (60); they let him stay in an extra year, but made him stay behind in the US to take care of the honor guards for the remains of unit members killed in Iraq.
I called both from the car while I was driving from work to pick Z up. We left straight from his work to drive to visit K and his wife, about a 4-hr drive.
I wished K a happy Veteran’s Day– he served in the Navy during the 1st Gulf War, and in Somalia. Then I plied him with beers and petted his dog, and he told stories, ironically enough, about being a Confederate Civil War re-enactor.
