Memorial DayPosted: May 27, 2013 | |
When my husband was serving in Vietnam, I had a dream. It was crystal clear. An Army Officer came to my front door. I could read his last name on his uniform, and I knew he was there to tell me bad news.
Luckily, that dream did not come true. My husband came home. He came home wounded due to injuries to his shoulder as his medevac helicopter was shot down during enemy fire, but he came home.
I was fortunate. Eleven days after his crash, I gave birth to our fifth child.
But other women aren’t so fortunate.
When my husband and I were first married, we were looking for an apartment to rent, and I remember one widow lady whose home we were invited into had a memorial for her son in her living room. He was killed in WWII. Her only child. It’s been a lot of years since that day, but I still remember the woman and the memorial to her son. What can you say? I was so young, but knew that it was the most defining moment in her life. She lost her only child.
How many mothers, wives and lovers have received the news that their loved one would not be coming back home. How many tears shed?
And the children…
The public service announcement that shows a soldier coming into the classroom and the look on his daughter’s face when she realizes that yes, her daddy is home always brings tears to my eyes. I remember that feeling. I can identify. I missed him so.
Will there ever be a day in history when wars are no more? I doubt it.
When my youngest son was going through boot camp, they asked for volunteers to place flags on the military tombstones and my son volunteered. When it was over, he was thanked. He said, “No, thank you. It was my honor.” I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud of him as at that moment. He understood.
So here is a thank you to all our servicemen and women who have laid down their lives for our country. We honor you for your sacrifice. We remember.