
11/12/2023
Today I was reminded that the brothers and sisters of mine who served or are still serving still care about each other - even when we haven’t seen each other, haven’t served together in years.
We ask each other: “How’s Moore doing? That guy was awesome.” “What’s the latest with those medics we served with up north? The one guy almost lost his toes to frostbite.” “You heard about that guy from the other unit who passed recently? What a great dude. He was the best.”
We remember each of the living now, as well as those who passed.
Many people pass each year and we talk about them, we relive their memories over a beer or two (or 10).
I’m struck by the fact that the serving we did meant so much to each other that it won’t go away - we made friends for life and we can share horrible things with them if we need to, as they happen. They’re here for us, we’re here for each other.
Reach out to someone you served with. They’ll always be happy you did.
We carry the boat together. We will remember them.