Change

I'm thankful that people can change.  When my dad came back from Vietnam, they told him to change out of his uniform before he flew home if he knew what was best for him.  People harassed soldiers returning from war.  When he came back, he was alone.  There wasn't a plane full of Marines with him.  It must have been frightening to come home from the fighting and the worry that you will be hurt by some of the people you are trying to protect only to have to worry about being mocked or hurt or worse by your own countrymen.  Today, regardless of political persuasion, people in general seem very supportive of our troops.  We were out with one of Ben's friends yesterday, and I asked if they were going to eat at Applebee's that evening since his dad is in the Army.  He said that whenever they go out to eat during the week his dad is usually meeting them there from work and so still has his uniform on.  Inevitably, he said, at least 5 people say, "Thank you for serving our country."  That's a much better way to treat those who serve us so selflessly.