All Gave Some, Some Gave All.
Thank you. To you and all here that served. I am humbled by all of you.
Thank you Sir. It was an Honor.
Thank you all. I had thought I’d sacrificed until a buddy I served with posted a photo of his dad who had been a tail gunner in the big one. He was one of 53 out of 350 to come home. Makes a little cold war shenanigans seem like a play date.
Here is me on my (up until then) proudest day. Being declared qualified submarines.
Thanks, you guys! My heroes are not cartoon characters.
It was indeed an honor to serve.
…a very happy vet returning home after a nine-month deployment in 1985.
Deep gratitude and respect for the commitment of our service men, women and others. …and deep concern over the hawkish rhetoric from those who have no understanding of what that commitment truly means.
Thank you vets.
From someone whose maternal grandfather was liberated from Buchenwald by Patton’s Third Army, and whose paternal grandfather served in the Signal Corps, thank you to everyone who has served or is serving in our Armed Forces. We owe you our lives, safety and freedom.
This picture is on my desk at home - Captain Daniel Shapiro MD, my great uncle. Volunteered in WWII; POW, lost at sea.
Thank you to all who served.
I take it you were named in honor of his memory.
Indeed.