Deeper meaning

12 November, 2012
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What must it be like, going to basic training? It’s nothing like sleep-away camp, I’m certain. Unless you’re the Thriller. Here’s a story.

He still calls his basic training at Naval Station Great Lakes “Boy Scout Camp.” Coming from a difficult adolescence (he and his step-father had some issues, as is often the case in those situations) and wanting to break free, he was ready for anything that might help  him “get out of there.” The Navy offered him a ticket to independence, and after graduating high school in 1969, he went for it. He repeatedly enlisted, and served a total of eight years.

I say here today, as I said on Facebook this morning: thank you to the Thriller, for your years of service to your country. While he was shorebound (a jet aircraft mechanic), his service was integral to the cause.

There is a deeper issue that I wonder about with regard to our servicemen and women. It takes some real mental fortitude to deal with the possibility of dying a violent death — not to mention the loneliness, uncertainty, and utter despair they must certainly feel at times. It is no wonder that some people return from war and are never the same. So the deeper meaning here today is that soldiers/sailors/airmen don’t just go off to war, do the job and come back to parades. They willingly alter their lives — sometimes permanently — defending tens of millions of people they will never meet. For that, I salute them all. You have more courage than I can imagine.

Yay for our vets! Share a shout-out in the comments today if you love a veteran, too.

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12 November, 2012 8:07 am

I thanked the Thriller on FB, too. I also thank my son, Jeremy, for his courageous service in Afghanistan. There were several phone calls where he would say, “not sure I’ll make it through this particular mission, so I wanted to say I love you, Mom.” The months he was there were terrifying for me, but I can’t even imagine how it was for him. I’m thankful to God that he made it back safely. It definitely changed his life forever, though. I’m also thankful for our military everywhere. The courage it takes just to enlist, is worthy of praise… Read more »

12 November, 2012 8:40 am

What a coincidence! I was born at that Naval Base while my dad was in submarine training. He played French horn in the band, too. ‘Course it was a few years before the Thriller’s arrival, but we won’t go there, now will we? While my daughter was in boot camp for the Air Force, she wasn’t able to communicate with anyone except for a few minutes every 10 days or so. She said the letters from home kept her going. I’m so proud of her! It’s only appropriate that we set aside a day to thank our veterans and military… Read more »

12 November, 2012 9:27 am

I don’t know many veterans personally. My dad served before I was born for a very short time and hated every minute. That said, I’m still very thankful for those I never knew who fought to bring, restore, or protect freedom– not just for American citizens but millions on millions around the world and throughout history. I pray that we never have to look back and lament that we should have done more or fought harder, or appreciated more greatly the freedoms that we “had.” ReplyRat Fink Reply:November 14th, 2012 at 6:01 amI’m with you, Lori. I worry about our… Read more »

12 November, 2012 1:47 pm

My dad was in the Air Force, stationed in Biloxi. My step-sis and her husband were both in the Army Field Band and are now enjoying a mighty fine retirement. :)


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I’ve always wondered how cool it would be to do that for a living. A guy I went to high school with has played with the Army band for decades…how fun!