Dear Amy: I am a 75 year veteran. I want to go through some of my feelings when people tell me, Thank you for your (military) services.
I was in the U.S. Army from 1966 to 1969 and served at a base in a large metropolitan area. I have never been called up to serve in a war zone, but I know many people who have expressed similar feelings.
During this time, if you were “off base”, you had to be in uniform.
On several airplane flights or city tours, we were verbally assaulted by college age groups. They will spit on us, call us “child killers, murderers, military pawns” and think of something else.
Those who serve today and in the recent past deserve all the praise they receive. I have raised the tab as a thank you for the many soldiers who have traveled. But I want the parents and grandparents of these brave soldiers to think about their own actions for the Vietnamese-era servants.
There are many wounds that never heal.
I find the words “thank you for your service” hollow and frustrating.
Dear Veteran: Anyone familiar with the national dynamics of the tumultuous Vietnam era can fully understand your reaction to this sentence.
One resource for veterans is the Road Home Program at Rush University Medical Center. They “provide mental health care and wellness to veterans of all ages, service members and their families at no cost and as a discharge.” Check out roadhomeprogram.org, or call (312) 942-8387.
Dear Amy: I identified. “Being a mother doesn’t mean” A woman who was saddened by the loss of the opportunity to become pregnant after surgery.
I had a radical hysterectomy at the age of 38. We already had three children and we didn’t plan any more, yet I was sad before and after.
Finally, I spoke to my pastor, who was trained in hospital cleaning.
His immediate response was, “Of course, why are you sad. You’re losing a part of yourself.” Suddenly, the burden I had lifted lifted.
I just needed confirmation.
Dear Comfort: Many people echoed the woman’s grief. thank you all.
Dear Amy: After reading many letters in your column about the DNA test that exposed an unknown sibling, a light went out for me.
What we are being told, one DNA test at a time, is that the nuclear family has never been the toughest, most loyal unit that many Americans have ever imagined.
Sexual and sexual relations are often cut off in families, yet it is discredited and hidden, left out of the heir photo album.
We are learning who we really were and are.
If we as a culture were more honest about it, imagine the shame, poverty and trauma that may have been averted.
My policy is honesty.
Dear Honesty: I totally agree.
Dear Amy: Thanks for Recommended by Smithsonian Digital Volunteers In a recent column
I joined Transcribers two weeks ago and would love to be part of this important project.
I have copied more than 150 documents of the Civil War Reconstruction, mostly from 1866 to 1867.
With 50,000 other transcribers, I’m helping to create links that will allow more people to find their family lineage digitally like never before, and in the social and cultural world of the 1860s. I’m learning a lot about
To me, nothing brings this era to life like the Smithsonian Transcription Center.
Thanks again for opening this world for me.
Dear Thanksgiving: You and your fellow citizen-copyists are helping you write the most complex history of this country from your own homes. (Check transcription.si.edu to be part of this important project).
Dear Amy: We recently had a “celebration of life” for my wife while she is still alive. She has terminal brain cancer. It was a wonderful event. I highly recommend it.
Our friends talked to my wife and shared stories.
We also had a videographer and asked people to make videos for him. We’ve seen them, and photos of the event, many times.
I also set up a Google Share Drive so friends who can’t attend can post videos or congratulations.
As I told people, I don’t want to celebrate life where people come to me and tell me how great my wife was. I know how great he is!
So, tell it in person now.
Dear Fakhr: it’s cute.
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