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the lobby of the 300 building. I got a glimpse of his eyes as he walked past me, and saw
the barely restrained panic. A moment or two later I saw him back outside with us, but
remaining under the awning with a clear path back to the door. He stayed while the
ceremony wrapped and then, as the rest of us joined with our Locals or new friends
whom we had met at Black Lake, I saw him walk away alone.
We learned about some good things that week, too. We learned of organizations such as
H.E.R.O.E.S. Care and Operation Injured Troops, both of whom exist to help our nations
veterans in their own ways. We learned how we Veterans Committee members could help
veterans to better navigate the V.A. systems and get what they need from the V.A.
hospitals. We heard from Maurice Pops Alexander, our WWII vet who always likes to
tell the more upbeat stories. He also strongly endorsed O.I.S., which helps disabled vets
to enjoy the outdoor activities they had always loved before they were injured. The week
mercifully finished on a positive note.
But for me the conference was capped off on Wednesday morning at the Memorial
Ceremony. We were there to honor those troops who never made it home, and yet with
one look at that Vietnam Veterans eyes as he hurried past me I knew the real truth of
everything we were at Black Lake that week to learn: those troops who never made it
home includes many who were gathered at the flagpole that morning. Just because a
soldier steps off a plane, hugs his or her mom, and leaves the post with his or her spouse
does not mean that the soldier truly made it home. In a very real way they are still in
Iraq or Vietnam or Korea. Their marriages fall apart and they float from job to job, and
sometimes end up on the street, because they are not able to build or maintain emotional
attachments. They are too busy staying on high alert, waiting for the next ambush. They
have physically been stateside for years, even decades, and yet home is still a place
they are hoping to someday return to.
We are all thankful to our veterans for fighting for our freedom, thankful for the sacrifices
they have made, and especially thankful to those who never made it home. But those
words no longer hold the same meaning for me. From now on when I hear the words
those who never made it home, I will be thinking of that one lone vet walking silently
away from the crowd.