It bothers me that, when I thank a Veteran, he is surprised. Or that he cries. Not because I thanked him, but because anyone thanked him.
When I see a Veteran, I shake his hand, tell him how much I appreciate his service and even ask what branch he was in or where he served. They don't tell me much (it's mostly in passing, after all) but they proudly proclaim their branch of the military and unit they served in.
Where are the tears for the fallen in war?
For those who have journeyed thru Death's darkened door?
Where the reminders of valor? Unsung.
For those who departed with life left undone?
Where do you stand for the red, white and blue?
The banner defended by others who knew;
Knew they could die for taking a stand,
Knew they'd be hated, protecting this land,
Knew that their choice could be met with disgust
But knew, to save others, the choice was a must.
Where are the tears? Where is the pride?
Where is the faith to stand at their side?
Where is the gratitude, down thru the years,
For lives that were sacrificed. Where are the tears?