A military thanks

I was informed today that 45% of those who serve in the military will collect some amount of disability. The woman who said this was shocked. ‘Isn’t this a lot of money the government was spending? Aren’t taxpayers responsible for this awful expense?’

A 10% disability was listed in the article as $127/month. Over a years’ time, this is $1524. I remarked how little that was. She argued that I wasn’t thinking this was a 20 year old who would collect this amount for the rest of his life.

I am thinking about this 20 year old. I’m thinking of the 20 year old who enlisted, who served his country, who fought for my freedom. I’m thinking of the men and women who returned from this service as disabled vets, who will live with a disability for the rest of their lives, so I can enjoy the privileges they fought for. That paltry $1524 a year just doesn’t seem like a high enough payment to me.

She continued reading the article. She read how there are more types of qualifying injuries and disabilities now than there were in World War II, in Vietnam. And I remembered the men my grandfather and my dad served beside, who came home and struggled with PTSD, who lost homes and families without any support from the nation they served and without recognition of the difficulties they might face. I remembered the men who served and served well who ended up homeless because no one would recognize that their service cost them such a high personal price. I explained that the small sum we pay assists service members in obtaining jobs and training to reenter the civilian workforce, in purchasing decent housing for their families and providing for their children.

I’m not sure she ever understood. We owe our troops much more than a small disability check. Everything we enjoy, all that we take for granted in this great nation came at a great price. Those who are still on earth to complain about $1524/year didn’t pay it.

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About thrugracealone

I'm a country girl raised city. I prefer open windows to AC, love a good thunderstorm, and enjoy hearing the owls and seeing lightning bugs. A bit old-fashioned, maybe, I can recognize many trees by name, resent elms and weeds, wish for a large garden and canning skills, and hope someday to downsize and get a few acres in the country. I am blessed with a terrific church, a good job, a sturdy house, two cats and a yard full of strawberries and mulberries in the right season. Some of my other favorite things to do are spoiling nieces and nephews, reading, swimming, biking, long walks, and blogging, of course. One of my favorite stories is creation. My abbreviated version goes like this: 1In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2Now the earth wasa formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters... And God moved... And God said... And it was very good. If God can speak to darkness, to an earth without form and void, and make something like this that we see everyday, and make it very good (and it was even better before the Fall!), He will surely make something wonderful out of the dark, void situations I sometimes find myself in. He has, and it's been very good. Two top posts: Can a Person Lose their Salvation? http://wp.me/p1CY5z-1R Baptism! http://wp.me/s1CY5z-baptism

Posted on May 29, 2012, in Christianity. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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