I did not exactly fix or build anything….
It was a team effort. When we arrived home, I was escorted into my craft room. He pinned the applique to the beret and helped with winding the bobbin.
He was literally peeping over my shoulder in anticipation of the end result….I stopped a few times to rewire the machine as the embroidery floss split. If I complained about an out-of-line stitch, he just affirmed that it will be his mark of recognition.
He was so proud.
Stitch by stitch I was building my husband’s esteem!
Yes, it is Veterans day today.
34 Years ago, he was a 18-year old boy, who got his instructions to report for compulsory military duty for a period of 2 years, with a train ticket in the post.
He could not wait and trained each and every day. The message of an older school mate ringing in his ears: “Join the bats, go to foreign countries, meet exotic people and kill them”.
He qualified as a paratrooper. He served his country well. These boys did what their country expected of them.
And then….. they were forgotten.
In 2 days time he will fly to Pretoria to be awarded a Veterans certificate with his fellow buddies. The award will be a recognition by fellow Veterans and not the government. They will be dressed formally. Each and every medal and badge will be worn.
Their own mark of recognition.
I stitched his ‘moth’ to his beret.
I salute you!