Veteran’s Day
grew out of Armistice Day, traditionally celebrated on the 11th of
November and used to commemorate the end of World War I. In dedicating the first Armistice Day,
President Woodrow Wilson said "To us in America, the reflections of
Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died
in the country's service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of
the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has
given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of
the nations." In 1954, President
Eisenhower enacted Veteran’s Day into law as a national holiday, and it’s been
celebrated ever since.
“We few, we happy
few...”
Who are veterans? As of 2013, the population of the United
States is approximately 313.9 million people.
The military, with a total population across all services (active and
reserve component) numbers about 2.3 million people. This is .7% of the population of the US. (The army, by the way, at 1.1 million, comes
in at .3% of the population). I could go
into a demographic analysis here, but suffice to say that the military is a
fairly representative cross-section of the American population. Rich, poor, all races, religions, and creeds,
educated and un-, we’re all here. Why,
though? What makes us serve? What sets this .7% apart from the rest of the
population?
Some join because
of the college benefits (which are pretty good, by the way). Some join because of economic reasons, some
because of no other options. Some have
family traditions. Others join out of a
desire to protect freedom or fight for a way of life. At some point, all of us realize that we’re
here to serve the national interests of the country – and that’s ok. Ultimately, we all serve because someone has
to. We all volunteer, we all deal with
bureaucracy, inefficiency, and sacrifice, because we are all part of something
bigger than ourselves.
“...we band of
brothers...”
Every
servicemember and veteran realizes what our service means. Some come to it soon, some come to it late,
but there comes a point in time where all of us realize that no matter what
branch of service, what job, or what unit, we could be called upon to
sacrifice. We give up comfort, safety,
family life, and a good portion of control.
We could be asked to give our time, our energy, and possibly our
lives.
At the end of the
day, for me, it’s not about any of that stuff.
It’s about my comrades, about the Soldier to my left and right. It’s about traditions, about a heritage of
service and dedication, about the idea of a nation. It’s about my incredible leaders and loyal
followers, about accomplishing missions and pushing myself beyond what I
thought I could accomplish – and knowing that everyone with me is doing the
same.
Finally, it’s
about service. I serve because the US
has been great to me and my family, and I feel like I owe something. Nothing material that I have would be any use
to the country that allowed my family to start over when we moved here, so all
I can give are my talents and time.
I’m not the only
person I know who feels this way. And whenever
I look out across a formation of Soldiers, I don’t see the kid who’s only in it
for the GI Bill or who got tired of working at McDonald’s. I see someone who has volunteered all that he
has for something outside himself, and I love and appreciate that.
And so, this
Veteran’s Day, I think about all those who have served and who I serve with now,
for the sacrifice and service, for the dedication and devotion, and I leave you
with Henry V’s Saint Crispin’s Day speech:
We few, we happy
few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Henry V, Act 4,
Scene iii