Like most people on Veteran’s Day, I think about veterans. My thoughts do not start with myself and how I earned that free meal at Applebee’s. Along with a few doses of personal reality I am simultaneously sad and proud of the men and women serving past, present and future. No matter your stance on the foreign policy of the United States, the sacrifices are undeniable. The individuals who have served and their families have made sacrifices.
Yesterday I waited in a doctor’s office for three hours. What is even worse is I waited for months for that appointment. To my own fault, I should have started trying to get that appointment two years ago. Not to my own fault, I did. I got out of the military and promptly started the paperwork to attain my health care services from the Department of Veterans Affairs.
“Where do you work?” is one of the first questions asked when you meet someone. Your job and career path say a lot about you as a person. First impressions and self confidence are dependent on it. No matter how much the individual likes his or her job, as a society we stereotype people based on their career or lack thereof.
Any recruiter will be the first to tell you how polished your resume will look and how in demand you will be in the civilian world. Some of it’s true, and some of it’s not.
I feel I would be remiss if we didn’t take a moment to reflect on the terrorist attacks of Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001. It is fair to say that day changed the world we live in for every person in this country. It changed my life for sure. I realize this column is nearly a week late from the anniversary, but it transcends boundaries. I could write about it at any time, and its connection with people would be there.
With the Medal of Honor Convention about to kick off in Knoxville I thought it to be an appropriate topic for this week’s column. Rather than talk about the details of the event I would like to talk about the meaning of individual awards in the military.