I was asked to march in this year’s Veterans Parade, or at least ride in one of the floats with our veterans here in Fairfield, Calif. I did neither, and now I feel ashamed that I did not march.
I’ve been a Disabled America Veterans (DAV) member for years, since I was asked to join by a friend who was in the military with me. I was still working and playing senior softball at least two days a week.
On Saturdays after my ball game, I went to my DAV meetings, and the older veterans would gather round me when I walked in with my softball uniform on. They could not believe I was still playing at my age. Most of them had played sports during their younger years.
When I first joined the DAV, observance of Veterans Day was little more than a few of us gathering in a park in town, or we would march through part of the town. A few times I drove my Model A Roadster with the other classic cars during the parade.
To me, Veterans Day is a day to reflect on the sacrifices of the men and women who served our nation. During my 27-year military career I served during many wars and police actions, but I was never in war.
I lost some of my classmates, many friends, and people who worked for me.
I’m a lifetime member of the Disabled American Veterans (DAV) and I hope to live to see peace on Earth.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.