One thing that makes me sad every Veteran's Day is thinking about my buddy Brad, who came home from Vietnam with half a right foot and assorted shrapnel in his back and neck courtesy of a Vietcong ambush.
He was the only survivor of a tank that ran over a US 500-lb bomb buried in the road. The tank landed upside down, and Brad owes his life to the escape hatch in the bottom of the tank, which most crews welded shut to better withstand such ambushes, but which Brad had fought with his crew chief NOT to weld up.
Unlike so many vets of today, Brad never ever received a warm welcome home, in fact just the opposite. Brad is a really strong guy but he literally never got over that, and it messed him up profoundly. He's really tried to get his sheet together, with only partial success. Now almost 40 years later he's still struggling with PTSD and "significant authority issues."
Last I heard Brad was living in a school bus at the end of a desert road, right on the Arizona/Mexico border. Don't know exactly what he's doing, but last we talked he said he was still carrying an M16 in his truck, "just in case."
So if you know a vet or 3, make sure to tell em you care...it means the world to them.
PS--Brad, we're thinkin of ya today, and lots of other days too.