In the United States of America, May 28, 2007 is Memorial Day. It is a day that we set aside to honor those who were killed in the service of their country.
In a way, it’s too bad that we have to be reminded of the sacrifices that others have made for us. I, too, often go about my day without even thinking once about the losses that others have suffered so that I can enjoy the freedoms that I enjoy.
As I was going through father’s things after his recent death, I found a rare treasure: letters that he wrote home as a young soldier in World War II. They were a peek into a time when my father was much younger than I am now. More than that, they provided a look at a time when people thought so seriously about principles and ideals that they were willing to die for them.
I was touched by his total honesty and by the surprising maturity of a young man still in his twenties. Yes, he was indeed afraid. But, he also knew that he was involved in something bigger than himself. To his mother he wrote, “This is the most significant thing that I have ever done.”
I was fortunate. My father returned, married, and had my brothers and me. Sadly, not every soldier is as fortunate as my father. In every war, there are those fathers, brothers, and sons who do not return. When I truly think about their sacrifice, one day in their memory somehow seems so inadequate.
Other posts about Memorial Day and honoring those who serve include:
- Take Time To Remember at Content Done Better blog.Â
- Let’s Never Forget at Gack Ink.Â
- God Bless Our Troops at Raes Random Rambles.Â
- To Our Soldiers, Past, Present, and Future: We Thank You!
- Something to be proud of at Principled Discovery.
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