Bob Giusti - Contributing Writer
On this Veterans Day I didn't need to look far to find a soldier. My first son (I have three), is on active duty with the National Guard, has already been to Afghanistan once, and is scheduled to return again in the Spring.
His grandfather was a veteran of WW2 who enlisted for the GI education bill as much as to fight for his country. There were perks for soldiers/veterans then that appealed to a depression era generation. That was my father’s path as a frightened teen who found himself alone in a foxhole in Europe on a cold Thanksgiving Day.The draft ended around the time of my eighteenth birthday. I had my draft card since I had signed up at my high school gym a year before (by law) and that was the closest to the military I ever got. I was spared “the choice”.Now there is my eldest Michael, who like his grandfather, needed to take advantage of the opportunities a volunteer army offers. He weighed his options and enlisted in the Guard. His younger brothers (ages 5 and 7) went out for Halloween as soldiers this year and pretend they serve with their older brother. We are all proud. I’m just as proud to present a portion (the original is long) of something Michael recently blogged in the notes section of his Facebook. It’s a personal and honest take on being a soldier in these modern times that I at least; found poignant and interesting enough to share (with his