My father was a career soldier -- was a mustang, fought and was wounded in WWII, fought in Korea, died as a full bird at age 36. My brother served three tours in Vietnam. He hated that war, never believed in it but felt he could save some lives by returning time after time. He applauded those that fought against Nam here. Cassius Clay/Muhummad Ali was greatly admired by my brother for having the courage to stand behind his convictions. He had less respect for those who went to Canada, although he understood their reasons. In between tours, he was known to take part in protests. I was the college student who refused to partake, feeling it showed disrespect to my father and brother although I wholeheartedly agreed that Vietnam was an obscenity.

Yes, my brother was spat on and shoved going through airports while in uniform. His attitude was that the folks abusing him were not angry at him but angry at the war and the system. He got lovely discounts when he flew in uniform and took the abuse with a huge grain of salt. I met him at both LAX and SFO many times. Not once did I see a soldier in tears because of poor treatment. I did see one or two with tears in their eyes just happy to be home. I'd like to think our military are a little thought than that, especially since most knew they'd be walking into a maelstrom when they got off the plane.

So, like Memorial Days in the past, I'll honor my father and brother and all those who served. I'll say a special prayer for my mother and all military brats. Their tours may have been more difficult than those who actually served. Sitting, waiting and praying is frequently harder than doing.

And thank you so much for The Soaring Eagles video. I did cry (a lot).

Red