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What Veterans Day means to this vet’s daughter

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    POW bracelet and letter. (BROOKE LEFFERTS)

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    Mom and Dad during his Navy service in Saigon, 1966. (BROOKE LEFFERTS)

The U.S. has been fighting wars for most -- if not all  -- of my children's lives, yet it doesn't affect us much at all, so explaining the significance of Veterans Day to my boys (ages 8, 10, and 13) is a challenge.

It's easy to forget there are soldiers still dying in Afghanistan, and military serving in perilous places all over the world, while my boys worry whether their fantasy draft picks will do well on Monday Night Football.

I watch the news with my kids and try to talk about the sacrifices soldiers make for our freedom, but I'm not sure what sinks in. 

In the past, we've gathered care packages and written letters to soldiers, and they've made cards in school to send overseas. 

They know a little about the wars we've fought, but since they don't personally know anyone who has served, it's difficult to make them understand the importance of honoring the military.

When I was growing up, we were taught to value military service and revere veterans.

This year I started telling my kids about my father's service in the Navy. After he graduated from college in 1964, my dad enrolled in officer's candidate school. He went through a training program and served on an aircraft carrier for about 6 months.

In 1966, my parents got engaged on Valentine's Day. Weeks later my dad was told he was being sent to Vietnam.  

Faced with an uncertain future, my parents didn't want to be separated by the war. They rushed their wedding plans and got married at the end of April before my father's deployment in June.

My brave, intrepid, 22-year-old mother got a history teaching spot at the International School in Bangkok, so they could see each other while he was serving his duty. 

My dad was involved in weekly press briefings on the war status as a protocol and public information officer for the Navy in Saigon -- basically a desk job. He also helped establish one of the first Navy newspapers that year, and found a printing plant in Bangkok so he had a reason to see my mother once a month.

He never saw combat, probably never even shot a gun. But he had friends and colleagues blown up by bombs, and survived several near misses himself during the year he served there.

When his year was up, he left Vietnam and served the rest of his commitment in New York before returning to civilian life.  

My parents were lucky to have stayed safe during that time in their lives and they spoke of it often.  They told stories about the characters they met as we watched slide shows of their year of living dangerously. 

When I was growing up, we were taught to value military service and revere veterans.

I recently found a letter that my father wrote to a former Vietnam POW. As part of a military initiative to support the families of POW's, my dad was one of many who wore a silver bracelet every day with the name of a POW who had not come home. 

I have a copy of the letter my dad sent to the commander, when he returned to the U.S. in 1973.  Here is an excerpt:

"I found myself unable to remove the bracelet for two reasons. First, I also was a Naval officer and served in Saigon. However I was fortunate to have been placed in a protocol billet, which kept me relatively safe.  Perhaps by wearing your bracelet I was expressing gratitude that I had not had your fate. Secondly, I found myself personally committed to you. I didn't know anything about you-- still don't, really-- but felt that if nothing else, on your return stateside you might find some satisfaction from knowing there were others besides your family and friends who were thinking of you and hoping you were well and would return home safely. 

And now you are back. I had intended to return the bracelet to you at this happy time, but instead I have decided to keep it among other mementoes of importance to me. I keep it so that I can remember you, and the courage you demonstrated during your imprisonment. I hope you find us worthy of your sacrifice. I have some small idea of what those years away from all that you love and admire must have meant. I hope that America can be worthy of that sacrifice."

My father died of cancer in 1993. 

I miss him every day and wish I could talk to him about so many things. But today I wish he could tell my kids about his time in the Navy and how it was an honor to play even a small part in serving his country.

I have no doubt that dad’s war tales would have transfixed my boys. He was a great storyteller.

I'm going to read dad's letter with my kids today, to remind them of the sacrifices courageous and selfless men and women-- and the families who worry about and mourn them-- are making right now.  I'd like them to always think about those who've served on Veterans Day, but maybe now they'll be proud of their Grandpa David too.

Brooke Lefferts is a writer and editor. Follow her blog, carpoolcandy.com, and on Twitter @carpoolcandy.