They are everywhere. You may think I am talking about zombies, who
suddenly seem to be on everyone’s minds.
Or maybe smartphones, which seem to be inescapable wherever I go. But no, I am talking about something you have
encountered daily, but probably not recognized: veterans.
Men and women who have
served in uniform to defend our nation, many of whom have gone into harm’s way,
all of whom have made great personal sacrifices, are all around us. We just do not know it, because unlike
zombies, we cannot tell who they are by looking at them. Unlike smartphones, they do not demand our
time and attention. But they are there,
and we need to recognize that.
This Sunday is Veteran’s
Day, which is likely the most neglected federal holiday after Columbus
Day. Most folks could not immediately
distinguish it from Memorial Day, which is for the commemoration of those who have died in the service of
our country. One of my favorite things
about it is that it is not moved to the nearest Monday – it is observed on
November 11, regardless of the weekday on which it falls. This year, it lands on a Sunday, which for
Federal employees but precious few others means Monday off; the beginning of
the holiday-rich time that lasts until February – yes, I remember! For most folks, I do not think it even means
many sales in the stores any more.
It began as Armistice Day,
commemorating the victorious conclusion of World War I, which ended on November
11, 1918 – you know, at 11:11, on 11/11.
In the 1950’s the commemoration was expanded to include all veterans,
and since that time the exigencies of the world have generated a steady stream
of opportunities for willing and selfless souls to be eligible for celebration
this day.
In our own parish, I know
we still have some WWII veterans, though you’d be hard pressed to get them to
identify themselves. Since then, many
have served in each conflict, and even in the quiet times. Now, since our nation has been engaged in
eleven years of war abroad, there is a steady stream of men and women who have
done their duty proudly and well, and returned to the nation they served.
Many of those who have
been gravely wounded in this selfless work pass very near here, either at the
military medical center in Bethesda, or until recently, Walter Reed in the
District. Visiting businesses or
restaurants in downtown Silver Spring, you can see some of these wounded warriors
as they rehabilitate and regain, steadfastly facing lives forever altered.
Unlike the injured, most
veterans simply return to society and blend in.
They cover a broad range of age and appearance, making it easy for us to
be unaware of what they have done with their lives. Their experiences and their dispositions have
been marked by service, however, and that will often tell to those who have
eyes to see.
These generous souls move
among us without seeking acknowledgement or reward. They have made possible everything we have,
and the very confidence with which we enjoy it. I think most of us would eagerly express our
gratitude if only presented with a clear opportunity, when it would not be
unwelcome or uncomfortable to them, but that is so hard to come by. I know that when the service members are
introduced a ballgames downtown, the crowd roars admiration and gratitude both
heartfelt and genuine.
So don’t let this be just
another weekend, whether yours has three days or only the usual two. Make an opportunity to express you
appreciation and gratitude for someone’s willing service, whether you do it in
person or in prayer – and why not both?
Because these are the folks on whom we continue to depend, and thank God,
they are everywhere.
Monsignor Smith
