Some Veterans Day programs were held on Monday this year, since the actual day was on a Sunday.

But regardless of how or when it's observed, veterans deserve our thanks and our respect.

I've said before, that at least three of my uncles served in World War I, generally in capacities I've never been told about.

And I think of the way things were when I was a school kid, especially in the lower grades in the late 1950s.

World War I veterans were like my uncles, older even in those days.

World War II veterans were the fathers of many of my classmates, and some of them would wear their old uniforms for programs in town, such as Memorial Day or Veterans Day.

My father didn't fight in World War II, although being 35 when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor he was not too old. But he had flat feet and I guess that disqualified him, so he stayed on the farm and grew food for the war effort.

In those days the veterans of the Korean War were in some cases the older brothers of my classmates or some of my cousins.

When I came of age, many of my contemporaries were drafted and sent to Vietnam, and they didn't all make it back. Vietnam War vets now are graying and some of them are elderly.

Now we have several Middle East wars, in the case of Desert Storm going back more than 20 years, and veterans are all around us.

They deserve our thanks and our respect, and our nation owes it to them to as much as possible make things right, as not all of the scars from war are visible.