Primal Faith Foundation

The future is no more uncertain the the present. ~ Walt Whitman

Veterans Day.

There are eleven nations that have a November observance for their veterans. In 1919 President Woodrow Wilson declared Armistice day in the US to celebrate the veterans of WWI. In 1953 Al King a patriot and the father of a WWII vet began a movement to have President Wilson’s Armistice day expanded to encompass vets from all conflicts and in 1954 President Eisenhower signed that motion into law.

During the Vietnam war; a nation full of spoiled brats made the return of the remaining warriors to their homes a miserable event. Scorned and mistreated, many of these soldiers who were so shaken, or wounded by the experience that they could no longer function bravely turned the other cheek to the slings and arrows of the unwashed hippie masses that blamed the soldiers for the war. We no longer live in that era, our people are supportive of our warriors and the voices of the tiny people who are too small minded to see past their own views to reach out to the soldiers in a welcoming way are drowned out by the rest of us. I do not agree with our current wars, why they are fought or the old men that seek to profit from it but I support the men and women who choose to serve. I would stand against a thousand of these ignorant beasts that seek to make the lives of our heroes worse by being hateful toward them.

Now we have a better understanding of PTSD and the ways it can destroy the lives of those who suffer from it. We understand the social needs of returning vets. We understand the way to make home a better place for them, we understand a lot of things but we who have never been there will never understand the pain of being away from home with no guarantee of returning to our families and the little things of home that are so simple and yet so missed when they aren’t available. A hot bath, clean clothes, a cold beer, paved streets and grass. More so we will not understand the feeling of brotherhood that comes from depending on each other for safety and companionship. Hopefully you will not know the feeling of losing some one like that in your life. We understand a lot of things but we will not unless we have been there and thanks to our warriors we never will.

Every society worth anything has revered it’s warriors. The war cults of prehistory all the way up to today.

With all that said let me spell out my reverence.

Thank you warriors for all you have quietly suffered in the name of doing what is right for those who can not do it themselves.

Soldier is a title that is beyond gender, age, race or faith. A soldier is the errant child of their people who does the task that many can not. Husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters the caretakers of your tribe. Be that tribe a handful of people in a remote village or a sprawling powerful nation. You give us more than we deserve. I thank you all from the deepest part of my soul.

Come home safe and live a life of honor.

Hail to all of our Warriors.

My meager words can never match the swell of pride I feel when I talk about my soldiers. My nephew Robert Lush, my cousin Roger Sallee, my friends Aaron Weyburn, Lukas Woods, Wes Barbour, Robert Fincher, Melanie Hale and Nick Eason but I hope they know.

Gothi Michael Jason Lush D.D.