To expand on this a bit, I believe I posted this last year....
On the themes of honor, duty and respect... I met an interesting old man this week in a small town where I often work. A small crew was clearing an acreage for building, and two men were working to bring down a HUGE HUGE old oak that was menacing the power lines. Watching them was an elderly man I at first mistook for the boss.
With a smile he said those were his sons, but he wasn't the boss of the crew anymore. He wore a Korean War (Marines) hat and was 82 years old. He still got around well but with some obvious effort and discomfort.
We talked a bit and he told me they'd recently moved to SC after living in Alaska for over 20 years, where he was a logger by trade and a pastor by vocation. He'd been convinced by his two sons to move to SC to be nearer his grandchildren and away from Alaska's killer winters.
He spoke briefly and modestly of his service in the war, and shared his testimony of how he received Jesus on a troopship returning to the States.
He was there to see his sons perform the epitome of their skillset and trade: bringing down a 100 foot, multi-ton oak in ONE piece, in the direction THEY needed it to go, instead of across the power lines like it was leaning. I had to wait anyway, so it was an interesting spectacle.
I watched the sons (middle aged men) interact with their aged father and saw the respect with which they treated him, their pride in him and their enjoyment in showing off their hard-won skills to him.
This was a man of honor. It was there in his quiet dignity, in the way he was treated by those who knew him, in his manner and his history.
I spoke to him only with the greatest respect. "Yes sir. No sir. Thank you sir."
If I see this man out and about in town, he can ask anything of me and I will try to oblige him if I can.
Why? I am not of his family and personally owe him nothing.... there is little he can do for me or to me.
Except... respect, and honoring the service-filled life he has lived.