Was reading an article of a 110 year old War Veteran who fought in the Great War (WW1) and World War 2. Each week he'd polish the medals and tell his visitors/caregiver the stories behind each one, how he only earned them just for surviving, how war is never worth it, and that he'd be willing to give them all up just to have had his friends return home safe with him.
Enjoy.
*picture is originally from http://www.flagsbay.com/flag/2008/10/20/veterans-salute-the-flag-clarifying-the-change-in-the-us-code/
03/01/2014 (Saturday)- Medals for Young Men
Harry took pride in his medals: the British War Medal, the British Victory Medal, the Legion d’Honneur, and the Order of Leopold.
Each one came with a story, a scar, a lost friend—so he cleaned them every week, for these medals weren’t really meant for him, they were meant for the heroes that couldn’t come home. Sons that left too soon, brothers that didn’t get to say goodbye, and husbands who'll never grow old with their wives.
The medals weren’t for fighting. Wars are never worth it.
The medals weren’t for fighting. Wars are never worth it.
The medals were just reminders.
It’s all about living day by day.
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