This past weekend I went to a pig roast at a friend's house. He is a Vietnam veteran with Purple Heart and Silver Star. I consider him a brother. There was great food and lots of drinks. But what make it special was the mixture of old vetnam veterans and young National Guard soldiers. We old guys shared the experiences of survival with laughed and drinks. Rememberances of days past when we were young and crazy. Events only shared with someone who has been through it. Has walked the walk. The young men and women in the National Guard listen, mostly quietly, with a question here and there. A few didn't see how we (the old guys) lived through our war experiences, the constant killing, the constant dying, the unknown, the always present stress of survival. In many cases we didn't know how we did. The only thing for sure we knew was that some how we did.
Watching the young folks energy playing games, laughing at their own silliness gave a glow to my heart. reenforced the appreication of survivial, and like our parents realization its our kids who go to war.
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