The following pages are dedicated to all of our Veterans and POW/MIA'S.
They are the backbone of this country and
they all have a very special place in my heart.

I know that I can never thank our servicemen and women enough,
for the sacrifices that they have made, and continue to make.

We don't need to wait until Memorial Day
to remember those who gave their all,
or wait until Veteran's Day
to honor the Veterans of this country.
Two little words can go a long way, any day of the year.

Take the time to pick up the phone or make a visit
to a friend or loved one that you know that served our country, just to say,
I appreciate you.
Thank you.

You don't have to wait until a special holiday
to wave our nation's colors.
Show your pride in our stars and stripes.

You don't have to wait until a designated day to fly our POW/MIA flag.
Show your support for our lost heroes of this nation.
Let everyone in your neighborhood and town know that you still remember.



WHAT IS A VET?
Author: Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service:
a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them -- a pin holding a bone
together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg -- or perhaps another sort of
inner steel: the soul’s ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe
wear no badge or emblem.

You can’t tell a vet just by looking.

What is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating
two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run
out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose
overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic
scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She -- or he -- is the nurse who fought against futility and went to
sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another -- or
didn’t come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has
saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang
members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other’s backs.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals
with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb of the Unknowns, whose
presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the
memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with
them on the battlefield or in the ocean’s sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket -- palsied now
and aggravatingly slow -- who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who
wishes all day long that his wife was still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being; a person who
offered some of his life’s most vital years in service to his country,
and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is
nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the
finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just
lean over and say, "Thank You". That’s all most people need, and in
most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been
awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU."



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POW's Prayer

The POW Bracelet

Cross of Freedom

Loved Ones Remembered

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Our Nation Speaks To Us

Abraham, Martin and John


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Some of the POW/MIA graphics used here were created by Wayner