Edward Zglenski
“Ed”

A retired Attorney, retired Colonel from the Army Reserve, and disabled veteran, Edward Zglenski is married with three natural children, two step-children, and two grandchildren.

Zglenski began his legal career in Healthcare Law and served as a Vice President and Legal Counsel to an acute care, general hospital. He subsequently changed career focus to Disability Law and worked as a Senior Attorney for the Social Security Administration before entering private practice representing individuals in their claims for Social Security Disability and Supplemental Security Income. He ended career as the Managing Attorney for a national Social Security Disability practice with offices in Wayne, PA; Atlanta, GA; Dallas, TX; and Los Angeles, CA.

After enlisting in the Army in 1966, Zglenski was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in the Infantry after completing Officer Candidate School in 1967. He completed Airborne training and subsequently qualified in and served with the US Army Special Forces. He served one year in Vietnam with Company C, 1st Battalion, 27th Infantry Regiment (Wolfhounds). After four years on active duty he transferred to the Army Reserve, serving for 11 years in the Infantry/Special Forces and 15 years in the Judge Advocate Generals Corps. In 1990 Zgelnski was mobilized for Desert Storm and in 1996, retired from the Army with the rank of Colonel.

A GENERATION ADRIFT

Barely had the dust settled over the Rising Sun when we arrived. We came in masses; we sounded the boom.

Doves roosted but an ominous mist engulfed them changing from yellow to red. Our young eyes watched cautiously as the bear expanded its territory.

We entered school amidst a conflict abroad and cynicism at home. A Senator spoke through a new media and we cast a suspicious eye upon our neighbor. Trust was then a fleeting concept.

We were nurtured on rock and roll and witnessed the launch of a new era as a man-made star encircled our globe. We were intellectually challenged. The far reaches of the heavens became our new frontier.

Camelot was revisited. The alcoves of the White House echoed with children’s laughter as the best and the brightest chartered a new course for our nation. We were asked to do for country.

We entered our teens full of hope and limitless horizons. However, an ideological wall obscured our vision and our hopes faded as a blockade closed on a neighboring island. Gunshots in Texas and the riderless horse became a premonition of many deaths to come.

Events erupted in a gulf named Tonkin. War clouds gathered over a far away country. The bugles sounded. We left high school not to college, not to secure jobs, but to training camps and debarkation terminals.

Alone we were sent. We fought, we bled, we died. In moments of solace we wondered why, while at home they demonstrated to know why. We lived war with all its deprivations while at home we simply interrupted the evening meal.

The Market thrived; businesses blossomed and as man took a giant leap for mankind we gingerly tiptoed amongst land mines and booby traps. We were there, the rest were back on the world.

Alone we returned. Silently, secretly we stole back into a society that shamefully sent us. No welcome, no thanks, no concern, no remorse. It was a mistake. Don’t remind us by your presence.

We returned in time to see our government shaken by deceit. Minutes of silence toppled a president and trust remained a fleeting concept.

We tried to forget. Time healed our physical wounds but time reopened our emotional scars. We survived to learn that our demise was but postponed. Colored agents dealt us a legacy of death.

Cold black granite now memorializes us. For those who are inscribed, they rest in eternal peace. For us who are mirrored, how many loves must be lost, how many roads must be traveled before our ways are righted and the stormy waters become placid in our souls.