I do not mean to offend, but there is an important truth that is not being told. Words are a very cheap commodity. The day before Thanksgiving, 1969, I was discharged from 7 years and 10 months of Service to my nation, including 3 Combat Tours of duty. That day, as I exited the taxi at the Frisco Airport, as I exited the rear seat I was spit upon and called a Baby Killer.
At home, I was allowed to buy 2 of my 7 closest friends a cold beer, the other 5 pretended to, not even know me. And 52 years later, can you imagine the hollow sound of, "Thank-you for your service?" I heard, not a single word of thanks throughout the first 45 years.
Try not to become upset with the Vietnam Veteran that growls and makes unsavory replies to these words, he, or she, needs Yashua ha'Mashiah in their lives in order to learn to forgive.
Oh yeah, shake their hand as you make this comment, you'll be amazed at the number of tears in the corner of their eyes for your touching us.
