[dropcap]T[/dropcap]here are a few holidays that never slip by my family: Christmas, New Year, Chinese New Year, Independence Day and Veterans Day. Now I know the last day might strike you as odd, I mean, who cares about honoring those who fight for the freedoms of our nation? Well, as the daughter of a Navy veteran, I care. I am proud and thankful of my father every single day, but on Nov. 11 of each year, I extend my gratitude to every other veteran who has fought or served for our country.
Since the purpose of Veterans Day is often confused with Memorial Day, I’ll clear up the confusion. Memorial Day is a national day of remembrance for all of those who died while serving in the U.S. Military. Veterans Day, on the other hand, is a day that honors all members of the U.S. Military, typically among the living, both active and retired.
A veteran, by definition, is a person who has served in a military force, especially one who has fought in a war. My dad, LCDR (Lieutenant commander ) John Capwell, served close to 25 years in the U.S. Navy —making him a well seasoned veteran. I am very thankful for my dad and his years of military service, even though as a young child I never fully understood why the other kids were always greeted by both parents at the school gates, while I was only greeted by one.
The sacrifice of our nation’s servicemen often extends to their families As a young child, whenever my father was deployed out to sea I always, always, took my dad’s pillows and brought them into the depths of my room. One may think a seven year old wouldn’t need four pillows, but for me, they weren’t just pillows—they were items that carried the scent of my dad. As a child, the scent of my dad meant that he was close to me, safe from harm and on his way back to his only child. Those pillow cases meant the world to me.
Frequently visiting military bases in both Southern and Central California, I have seen more than my fair share of veterans who lost their limbs in combat, and just like you would imagine—the sight is heartbreaking. After thanking an amputee for his service, I always turn to my dad and think to myself how deeply thankful I am that he is able to come home safely. I think a lot of people don’t realize how difficult it is to carry on regular lives when a loved one—especially a father—is out on an aircraft carrier near danger that is normally only thought of when one hears the news.
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