Monday, May 26, 2014
Memorial Day, 2014
There are many veterans in my family. Above is one of my grandfathers. He served in WWI. He didn't go to France or even out of the Midwest. I have heard that he took care of men with the Spanish influenza. Luckily he didn't catch it himself and came home to marry my grandma and live a long married life as a farmer. He had 4 children, 3 of whom married WWII veterans. One of those was my dad who mainly served in England and drove around with the "mop-up crew" immediately after the war.
But, WWI was not the first service in my ancestry. I had several Revolutionary War soldiers as great something grandfathers. One died in a prison ship off New York harbor. I had War of 1812 soldiers and Civil War soldiers among the generations as well. I came from a fighting bunch. If I went around laying flowers on all those graves I would be driving all over the country.
In the current generation, my husband, one of my brothers and 2 brothers-in-law were all in various branches of the service. Some of those spent a career serving our country. But, among our children, no one has signed up to serve. It is a changing world.
This Memorial Day I give a thought and a prayer for those who served and have joined the communion of saints and for those who haven't yet. Even in peace time, military service is not an easy life. When the name goes down on that line and the hand raises in that oath, it is a promise for us all that freedom and justice are worth fighting, and even if the time arises, to die for.