Memorial Day

My husband, Steve and I usually visit our loved ones’ graves over Memorial Day weekend. This year we have other plans, but I can’t forget my mom and dad, my brother, Jim, Steve’s mom and dad (his dad died before I met Steve), and our grandparents. I plan to take time to remember them while reflecting quietly at one of my favorite parks.

At the same time, I will pray for the families of men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice by giving their lives in wartime for our freedom. I am thankful that the United States of America maintains organized, efficient, and effective armed forces.  

My dad served in the U.S. Army in the occupying force in Japan after WWII. Steve’s dad served for three years in the U.S. Infantry during World War II. He later served another 17 years in the U.S. Army Reserves. My mom’s second husband was in the Naval Reserve and was discharged in 1942 due to disability. I am proud that Steve was in the Army Reserves for thirteen years. My son-in-law served in the Air Force for twelve years, and though he never faced any war, it took a toll on his health. My brother, Fred served in the National Guard. He missed having to go to Viet Nam as did Steve.

Here’s one memory that Steve’s mom recorded about her husband’s service: “One incident while he was on active duty made the news. While transporting materials to the front lines in the Eastern Theater, a bullet entered his backpack and invaded a can of beans. As the red sauce oozed out it was thought he had been injured. That was the narrowest escape he ever mentioned. How he thanked the Lord for safety over those three years and a few days.”

Thank the Lord for their willingness to serve, especially Steve’s dad as a WW II veteran. I’m glad to say he lived to talk about his experiences, passing away from natural causes at the age of 73.

This Monday, Memorial Day, as we celebrate the unofficial start of summer, let’s take time to remember and honor the people who died serving in our military. Thank God for their sacrifice.