Wednesday, November 11th, is the day set aside as a national holiday to honor those who have served in any branch of the United States military. My personal history includes my maternal grandfather, who served in the Army in World War I; my father, who served in the Army during World War II; my first husband, who served in the Navy during the early 1960’s; my stepson who served as career Navy from 1983 to 2008; and my present husband who served in the Air Force, Army and Navy beginning in 1954. I am proud of their service to our country as I am proud of all those who have served in the past or are serving today! Some were drafted and some volunteered, but all gave a portion of their lives to uphold the freedoms we are blessed with in this great nation. It is appropriate that we honor that service and give thanks to them as well as thanks to the Lord above for their sacrifice, made so that we all can live in freedom. May the Lord continue to bless the United States of America and all who serve the cause of freedom!
This weekend we honor our fallen soldiers. Verse 13 of John Chapter 15 states their commitment to our country so clearly: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” No matter what conflict or war in which our brave military men and women have fought, they have all faced the possibility of death through their service. Even though my maternal grandfather served in World War I and my dad spent three and a half years in England during World War II, they were both able to return home and live full lives. My first husband served in the Navy during the Vietnam War but was able to stay stateside. Jim served in Germany from 1954 – 1957 with the Air Force. Our family wasn’t touched by the immediate loss of a loved one, but they served their country, knowing it was possible. Monday I plan to share the story of one who didn’t make it back. We were kindergarten classmates and he was like an adopted brother in our teen years. Roger was a shining light in his innate goodness. He volunteered to serve in 1966 shortly after graduating high school. Roger joined at a time when many were fleeing our country, but he chose to go. He wasn’t drafted and he did pay the ultimate price. Roger gave his life so his friends and fellow countrymen might live on in this truly blessed nation. It is time to reflect on these heroes and honor their memories.