Today is Veteran’s Day and I am reminded of my husband because he was in Vietnam. When he returned he was called so many names including baby killer. He never killed a woman or child and he told me he only killed those trying to kill him. Being a vet is hard because they live with memories you and I could never even imagine.
My husband didn’t go because he was strong or brave, he went because our government told him he had to go. He was a young man of 19 who was still wet behind the ears and he was thrown into a war he had no interest in. He ended up getting shot in the leg and he healed and was back in the field.
When my husband’s leg was amputated in 2003 my son was only five but he said “daddy, don’t feel bad you lost your leg, it was the one the bullet went through”. How observant children can be and so damn honest at times. My husband rarely spoke about Vietnam and I could tell it really affected him.
Today I honor all the veterans that gave their lives and all the veterans that survived and fought because they were forced to. No man is a baby killer and to say such crap makes me sick. We should honor those that men and women and not insulted, blamed or put down. There were no baby killers, just soldiers that did as they were told.