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Wednesday, February 25, 2004
 

WHAT IS HONOR?
The uniforms of American soldiers, sailors and marines are honorable uniforms with long and illustrious histories behind them. They have been worn by millions of American men and women, and many of them have sacrificed their lives to uphold the honor of our nation and of those uniforms.

Heroes have worn those uniforms for more than two centuries. Heroes are men who serve their country in whatever capacity they are asked to serve, whether it be sitting at a desk and guiding the supplies and ammunition so that they get to where they are needed on time, whether they face mortar fire in the front line of combat, whether they fly into a sky filled with flak to attack enemy gun positions, or simply carry supplies across the sea and so that they reach the battle-front.

Heroes do not return home, dirty up their uniforms, speak ill of their comrades, sully the reputations of those who served honorably, then dishonor the medals earned and worn by millions who served in years past, all in the name of protest. Heroes, as far as I am concerned, do not act in concert with traitors who have stood on enemy soil and cursed their own countrymen. There are some actions that simply go too far in the name of protest. A hero makes a distinction between that which will bring harm to those with whom he served, or dishonor upon them. A hero knows the difference, or if he does not, then at least he should know.
 


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Name:Howarde
Location:Solvang, California, United States

Born in Ohio in 1924, which leaves the arithmetic to you. Raised in New Jersey on the banks of the Hudson River, where I often watched all the activities on the river, such as maiden voyages of the English liner, S.S. Queen Mary and the French liner, S.S. Normandie, the large vessels docking on the N.Y. side of the river. Spent five years at sea as a Merchant Seaman, rank of Purser. Sort of like roaming the world during and after WWII.

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