No, not the guy (or gal) that takes care of your dog/cat/guinea pig kind of Vet then collects a small fee in return for their services.
I’m talking the guy (or gal) that takes care of our freedom/humanity/peace kind of Vet who knows the job comes with a willingness to pay the ultimate price for their service.
There’s one I always call to thank; my father.
I used to be bitter. Now I’m better.
Now I’m into appreciating the gift of each new day; sixty years will do that for you. The past is irrefutably etched in stone. My own past is riddled with too many cracks and fissures to be both judge and jury. My father and I share the present, and occasionally regret, as we look to the future.
Personally, I believe a death without dignity, a sacrifice without honor imperils the meaning of the life that precedes that death, and ultimately the fate of a society that does not recognize the courage and sacrifice shown by every one of those who have served.