
Today was the day to thank a veteran. The day we appreciate their service to our country. What if we extended this to more than just a day? What if we recognized veterans out in public, offered a word of encouragement, bought them a coffee, or just sat down to have a conversation with them.
One day, instead of thanking and moving along, I took a moment to stop and listen. What I heard was both enlightening and heartbreaking. The following is from a conversation I shared with a Vietnam Veteran.
If I see a veteran (or active military), I always make an effort to say, “Thank you for your service.” I hope veterans hear that phrase a lot and with sincerity. I was at the lake one day and was going to the front office to sign out our boats. I noticed a man wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat signing out his fishing boat. “Thank you for your service,” I said. He smiled politely and said, “Thank you.” Then he proceeded to tell me a story that made my heart sink.
He shared a story with me that was heavy on his heart. A story he had been continuously recalling since the Vietnam War. I am certain other Vietnam Veterans have similar stories. After he said, “Thank you,” he paused for a moment and followed with, “You know, it wasn’t always this way.” I had not intended to keep him from fishing but he needed to share so I needed to listen.
At first, I wasn’t certain what he meant, “It wasn’t always this way.” Then he proceeded to tell me about his return to the States after the Vietnam War. Instead of being greeted as a hero people were aggressive toward him; spurred on by the war time protests. On more than one occasion, people spit in his face, and shouted at him because he so dutifully served his country. They didn’t understand what sacrifices he made to go to Vietnam or maybe they did and didn’t care. He was proud to serve his country but the grief and aggression he faced when he came home, “Made (his) life hell.” The horrors he faced during the war only to return to the hate of his own countrymen must have been unbearable.
We talked for a little while and I was struck by his composure. He was stoic but I could see the hurt in his eyes, like he was reliving the moments as he was telling me his story. He spoke about a heart-rending time from his past that he could never forget. I could not take back what had happened to him so many years ago. All I could do was apologize that he was ever treated that way and make sure he knew I was grateful for his service.
The conversation was brief but impactful. I wish I could have talked with him longer. I had so many questions but I could see that his fishing boat was calling. (And who was I to stand between a veteran and his day of fishing on the lake?)
I learned a very important lesson that day. Listen. Don’t just say, “Thank you for your service,” and move along. Veterans have stories to tell. Stories I cannot even fathom. We are privileged to live in this great and free country because of the sacrifices they made. The very least we can do is take a moment to listen to their story. I am thankful this Vietnam Veteran chose to share his story with me, no matter how brief it was. I haven’t seen him since but I sure hope he had a wonderful time fishing on the lake that day.