Of all places, I was in the veterinarian’s office with our dog, Moby, when I started feeling differently about veterans. It wasn’t the smell of disinfectant, the hiss of the cat Moby was sniffing, or the yapping of a dog in the treatment room that got my wheels spinning.
It was the sight of my shiny, brand new DOD identification card. I was digging it out of my wallet to take advantage of the vet’s 15% military discount, when I remembered that it was November 1st, my husband’s first day as a separated military retiree after 28 years of service.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” I said sheepishly to the office assistant, “my husband just retired from active duty.”
“It’s okay, your husband’s a veteran, right? You’re still good,” he said, scribbling a lower total on my invoice. I paid the bill, tugged Moby’s leash, and rushed to our minivan. My wheels pealed out of the parking lot, and as I careened down Route 138, I felt like I’d just gotten away with something.
I took another look at my new ID card. It clearly indicated that I was now merely a dependent of a sponsor who is “USN/RET.” All the retirement paperwork undoubtedly stated that we were officially civilians now. Although I knew Francis was a veteran, we didn’t feel entitled to special treatment anymore.
Moby’s hot breath further dampened the minivan’s dank atmosphere. Approaching a red light, I cracked a window, and glanced over at the driver in the Honda Pilot coasting to a stop beside me. She was wearing huge sunglasses, was holding a fancy water bottle, and had a dolphin-shaped air freshener dangling from her rear view mirror.
I saw stick figure decals on her back window, indicting that she had a husband, two kids, and a cat, all wearing Mickey Mouse ears. And a bumper sticker that read, “This Car Climbed Mt. Washington.”
In a melancholy state, I declared, “I guess that’s who I am now, just another average civilian.”
On the opposite corner, a bank marquis’ glowed 10:32 am, 61 degrees, and “Honor All US Veterans.”
I remembered Veteran’s Day 2015, when Francis, then active duty, was invited to speak at a gathering in front of City Hall. I was so proud of my uniformed husband as he spoke of the sacrifices of all the veterans who had come to commemorate that special day. We lingered after his speech, and listened to the stories told by vets who had braved Vietnam, WWII, the Korean War. It was such an incredible honor to be with such heroes – they were the real McCoys – true military veterans.
But the sign said, “Honor All US Veterans.” I wondered, are all veterans deserving of honor?
I’d heard the statistics. Less than one half of 1% of the U.S. population volunteers for military service today – the lowest rate since WWII. And of those select few, roughly 80% come from a family in which a parent or sibling served. Our recent wars have been authorized by a U.S. Congress with the lowest rate of military service in history, and the last three commanders-in-chief never served on active duty. Moreover, due to the military-civilian divide, today’s military community is increasingly separated from the public it protects.
I realized that those few who volunteer to serve their country deserve recognition.
A car horn blast from behind prompted me to quit daydreaming, because the light had turned green.
Later that day, I was back in the minivan, this time with my husband Francis in the driver’s seat. We were inching our way up to the guard shack at Gate 1, so we could drive onto the Navy base to run some errands. Like I had done earlier that day, Francis pulled out his shiny new ID card, looked at it uncomfortably, and handed it to the gate guard.
Much to our surprise, the guard saluted and said, “Good afternoon, Captain.”
“Wow,” Francis said as we drove away, “I didn’t realize they still did that after you retire.”
“You’re a veteran, honey,” I reminded him. “You’ve earned it.”
Linda says
Great story, very touching.
Thank you for writing it!
energywriter says
Great story of your emotional struggle, Lisa. My family was like that. They felt that because they were not in combat they were not veterans. I reminded them that their service supported those who were, There’s not room here to list the ways they supported those in direct combat. They are still hesitant to be acknowledged at veterans events.I’m going to send them this blog.
Lisa Smith Molinari says
Thanks Patrice! It’s funny – we have had such great tours of duty, had fun experiences, and met so many great people along the way. We don’t feel like military service was a life of hardship and sacrifice – it’s truly been an honor. But when you consider how few actually volunteer for service, I guess every single person who served should be proud on Veteran’s Day.
Anonymous says
Great article, Lisa! Thank you to all of our service men and women – past, present, and future. Also to all of the military spouses and family members. You all make sacrifices that we could never imagine. Wear it proudly! Always!