Veterans Day 2014 started out no differently than any other; with good intention and marginal action.
Each November 11th, I’d think about my grandfather Joe, a World War II Navy Veteran.
The thought was typically followed by an appreciative email or indebted Facebook post. Some years I’d even make the old fashioned phone call. Soon distracted by child rearing logistics and household priorities, I’d call it a day and opt out of making the 45 minute drive to pay a visit.
This time however, I had left Skootch’s red accordion at Joe’s house a few days before and much to the child’s dismay, had only the purple one at home. So in an effort to temper a peppering five year old, the boys and I piled into the Outback and joined my grandfather for lunch.
Joe greeted his great-grandsons at the door, offered respective kisses, and held them on the landing.
“Did you see my American flag?” he asked.
It was no surprise and nice to see that despite having recently lost his wife of 65 years, Joe remembered to dress the pole he had raised between a patch of hedges adjacent to the front stoop to commemorate the holiday and a defining time in his life.
“Do you know how to do a soldier’s salute?”
My grandfather faced the flag, modeled the salute, and instructed the boys to pay the toll. “Now you do it.”
Bubbe smiled shyly and gave it a go. The Skootch puffed his chest, cupped his palm and looked at it. Joe helped the effort along. The group crossed the threshold and stopped in the front hall.
“Do you fly one at home?” he asked. Joe didn’t wait for an answer. “Here take these.” He snatched a pair of parade flags from a collection stored in a nearby bucket.
The Skootch marched up to the second floor apartment, waving his new toy. The parade was short lived. Toddler sized penguins and a Santa Claus were performing center stage in the living room. He dropped the flag.
My grandfather rescued it. “No. Never let it touch the ground. Out of respect and honor, the American flag should always point toward the sky,” he explained. “Let’s put it in a safe place.” He tucked the base into a puffy coat curled up on a Captain’s chair.
Bubbe followed suit; partially to secure the flag but mostly to search for his great-grandpa’s Kindle Fire and Oreos in a nearby hutch.
On route to the cookies, he noticed a glass display case perched near the front of the hutch shelf. It was filled with mounted, decorated ribbons laid out like a Holland tulip field.
“What are these?” Bubbe wiped away the dust.
“Those are my war medals,” Joe said and went on to explain them one by one.
European, African, Middle Eastern Campaign…2 bronze stars
Asiatic, Pacific Campaign…2 bronze stars”
There were six in total. He circled back to the top row. “These are my dog tags. I wore them around my neck the entire time I was away. Do you know why soldiers wear two tags?”
“No,” Bubbe said.
“If a solider dies, one stays on the body; the other gets sent home.”
“Oh. I get it.”
Eavesdropping from the kitchen I thought,
Will he ever really get it?
When my children are grown, what will service, sacrifice, and country mean to them?
It is wonderful that we have a proud, willing veteran in our family to share experiences but unfortunately, I can count on one hand the number of service men and women we know. Outside of my grandfather, Bubbe and The Skootch have had only the opportunity to interact with veterans or those in active duty during elementary and religious school programs. And as Op-Ed columnist, Maureen Dowd recently noted, with “one percent of the population voluntarily enlisting in the service,” it is likely that in the future, my boys will be exposed more regularly to comic book heroes than to everyday ones.
Thankfully sacrifice, service, character, and citizenship are still being communicated in schools, through extra-curricular activities, at houses of worship and in our homes. Still, teaching young people the value of contributing to the greater good feels piecemealed, fit in, and a vehicle for resume padding.
The potential for further disconnect in these formal settings seems imminent now that such lessons are being muscled from the spotlight by college, career readiness, English Language Arts requirements and STEM. In my state, there is even a motion to de-emphasize Social Studies.
Israeli citizens get it. Out of necessity, conscription exists for most of the country’s Jewish Israeli population. Upon turning 18, men and women are obligated to serve in the military for three and two years, respectively. As a result, my 65 year old friend can relate directly to the experiences of an active soldier as well as identify with the five year old who knows he will one day fill those shoes. There, generations of citizens connect through collective responsibility and common experience.
In 2010, my husband Mac’s Letter to the Editor was published in The New York Times in response to the article, “The Way We Treat Our Troops” which in part offered support for a mandatory draft. The guy was onto something. He wrote:
“If the good problem arises where we have an abundance of young people in the military during peacetime, they could be deployed toward other national services like helping the elderly, the indigent and the disabled or for cleanup after national disasters, mentoring children and so on. America is a terrific place to live; if young people gave something back and worked alongside other Americans from all walks of life, it would tie us closer together as a country.”
In February 2013, New York State Congressman Charles Rangel introduced a most recent version of the Universal National Service Act to the House of Representative’s Armed Services Committee.
The bill requires all persons between the ages of 18 and 25 living in the United States, citizen or otherwise to perform two years of national uniformed or civilian service. Those choosing uniformed service may also be inducted during wartime, a national emergency, or a contingency operation. This CrossFit junkie would add that prior to selecting a service type; able-bodied participants attend basic training in cohorts. There is something to be said for intense, group exercise. It fosters camaraderie, physical and emotional growth, and team pride.
To date, the bill has not moved in Congress.
Yes. I realize the devil is in the details and that bigger government doesn’t necessarily translate into better outcomes. Yes. We do have a responsibility to teach our children in our families and community about service, sacrifice, and selfless giving. And yes, I too wonder about the mandatory component of such a program in a free society.
Regardless, I think it is time to take meaningful action.
Perhaps a national service requirement will shift expectations for and alleviate pressure on high school students, change the way the college admissions process is managed, reduce some of the direct financial burden on families trying to pay for higher education, and offer guidance for college graduates looking to take the next step.
More importantly, perhaps it will build awareness and understanding for soldiers and veterans suffering trauma, make care and reentry a priority for when they return home, and simply bring us closer as a nation.
“Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women
in the service of our country can never be repaid.
They have earned our undying gratitude.
America will never forget their sacrifices.”
-President Harry S Truman
There is a way to repay veterans like Joe.
Let us step away from the sideline to work in tandem with those on the front line in an effort to strengthen and preserve the solidarity of an already great nation.
Let us pay the toll.
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Great post, Red. It brought a tear to my eye as I remembered my grandfather, now deceased, an immigrant to this country, but proud to serve the American army during WWII. He spoke little of his time in the South Pacific. He fought on the front lines for 4 years. He suffered emotionally for his service most of his life. My father-in-law will be 90 in three months. He too served during WWII. There aren’t many of those veterans left. It’s important we don’t forget.
My step-father was in the Air Force during Vietnam and lost his life 8 years ago directly affected by Agent Orange. My sister’s first boyfriend fought during the Gulf War in 1991.
I am proud to know these men and proud and humbled by all the men and women who risk their lives so we can be free.
I love the idea you propose here of mandatory community service. Beautifully said.
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Excellent posting! I really enjoyed it! Nabila