The USS Shangri-La saw action in WWII in the Pacific in many of the same places where dad was. His USMC Fighter-Attack Checkerboard gull-wing Corsairs were hauled around by I don’t know how many aircraft carriers. Since the Shangri-La was also in Japan, I’m guessing that this was one of them, as dad was commander at the base there.
Yesterday, in the local Walmart parking lot, I spied an older veteran wearing a cap with Shangri-La (CV 38) embroidered upon it. I stopped to thank him for his service, telling him that he might well have met my dad in passing on that ship.
During those couple of minutes this gentle old fellow remarked perhaps three or four times that when he had returned from his service to these USA my greeting to him was not at all what he and his fellows had met up with. They were not welcomed back. The hippie-druggie LSD freakoid communists were there to scream at them in protest, and to spit on them.
Imagine, some 50+ years later, the very first thing this guy says in 2020 is his terrible experience upon his return. He’s carried this intensely all these years, like it was today, like right now. I totally choked up. This could have been my own father, and in a real sense he and all veterans are. We owe our freedom to them, freedom to believe in and worship God, freedom to exercise and manifest our conscience in the public square, freedom to… be free to do good.
Thank a veteran today. The war isn’t over when they return. They carry it all with them. The entitlement tender snow flake anti-American flag hating freakoids of today put an edge on that hell. Lighten that up a bit for them. Thank a veteran today.