Recently, while attending a birthday for our grandsons, a party balloon popped and then quickly another one. I witnessed their elderly grandpa yell out; his hands began to shake uncontrollably and his breathing became labored.
I was shocked and when I asked what was happening, I was told it was PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) from serving during the Vietnam War. It took several minutes before he could hold his cup of coffee again.
This week, for the first time in my life, I began to wonder what these veterans do every Fourth of July when the bangs and screams and bombs Ďbursting in airí start. Iím 70 years old, so Iíve certainly known many soldiers through my lifetime. Shamefully, I never thought about this before.
Should we be celebrating our freedom with the reenactment of the sounds of war? How thoughtless of us to torture these soldiers every year with those same sounds that meant possible death for themselves and their comrades. Can we not celebrate with respect for our veterans? How about pretty lights with no sound effects?
Iím not a pet owner, but do you ever wonder how many animals fear for their lives when the sounds of guns are everywhere? Just another of my thoughts during another noisy Fourth of July celebration. Letís celebrate family, freedom and love of our nation with some dignity, Ďliberty and justiceí for all, but mostly our veterans!
Thank you Gerald Devine for showing me what you live with every day of your life. Thank you vets for our freedom.
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