Not a "Veteran," not someone who fought a battle in my life, never on a battlefield, never to have struggled with my conscience, never drafted into the army, navy, air force, someone who instead stayed on the home front and kept the peace in my own home and in the home of my family.
A person to never break the Torah Commandment of "Do Not Murder," never to have must killed the "enemy" in the name of one's country's Constitution.
Never to own a gun, never to even need a slingshot. Never to need to sling a rifle over one's shoulder.
To live a life to learn Hebrew Tefillah, the peaceful singing in the Hebrew language for Peace.
A place of this constant peace, never to must fight a war or even a battle; except the battles that surface in one's own mind.
Not to have sailed on a warship, not to have aimed a canon. Not to have needed to make a split decision whether or not to kill the "enemy" when confronted with him face to face.
Family members who fought in WWI and WWII, coming back home from their battles still alive, unscathed, not to be a disabled Veteran, not to be a homeless Veteran. Family who survived, and we were there at home to welcome them back home.
Never to have worn army boots, never to must step in a mud puddle, not needing khaki colored clothes of greens and browns. Not to ever need to spray mace. Just carried a canteen with a strap over my shoulder filled with clean pure water, never to go thirsty.
The miracle of living a peaceful life and learning while in this peace how to increase one's peace and to increase the peace of those around you. To have survived the battles that exist in one's mind, to be in a merry dance and not in a high-stepping march.
Make Peace, Not War And Bring Our Soldiers Back Home.
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