Veterans Day and My Father

Reflections by Lee Teter

As I reflect on everyone wishing veterans all the best today, I can’t help but think of the lost era of veterans like my father. My father served his country at a time when it wasn’t the “honorable” or “popular” thing to do. My father was drafted to serve in the Vietnam War. He went to Vietnam for a year, survived, and came home to . . . nothing. No one greeted him with signs at the airport, no one threw him a party to welcome him home, no one bought him a drink and wanted to hear about his experience. I appreciate that times have changed, but please don’t forget about those who served previously and at a time when it wasn’t the cool thing to do.

I bought the artwork shown above for my father years ago. It rips my heart out when I look at it. It can only imagine the pain that my father and his fellow soldiers feel when thinking about their time in the service.

I am thankful that my hometown honored its Vietnam veterans with a special ceremony last year and my father finally got the “welcome home” he deserved, even if it was many years later.

In closing, thank you to all veterans who have bravely served our country. I appreciate your sacrifices. I appreciate your time. I appreciate all you have given.