I don’t have any military experience and believe I
would have made a really bad soldier, but as I think about the sacrifices and
service by our military through the centuries, certain images and ideas wash
over me, along with feelings of gratitude
and appreciation.
I found out recently that a distant ancestor was a
captain in the Virginia militia and fought with George Rogers Clark in the
Northwest Campaign during the Revolution. Another couple of ancestors were with
the Georgia Militia during the Civil War. My paternal grandfather registered
for the draft in World War I—I was able to see an image of his draft
registration during an online search. My father joined the Army during World
War II even though he wasn’t old enough, and was posted to the
China/Burma/India Theater. My uncle was in Korea where he won a Distinguished
Service Medal. My brother was first in the Army and then the Air Force. He was a fighter pilot, served with the Reserve on C-130's to build multi-engine time and had a 27-year career as a pilot for Delta Airlines.
I missed serving in Viet Nam because of a high draft
number, but know dozens of people who did serve and knew some who were killed.
Most recently a fine young fellow from our church joined the Marines and served
two tours in Afghanistan. During the first deployment, he was shot through both
lungs and would have died but for the quick action of a Navy corpsman and the
incredible battle injury care system that had him back at Bethesda Hospital
within a week. He recovered to return for a second term and is now at Quantico
with his wife and infant daughter. It’s a pleasure and a thrill to see them at
church.
Living in this area, we have a strong military
presence, people at the Pentagon and Quantico and the Navy Yard, to name a few
and leave out many. There people are our friends and neighbors, and the life
they have chosen is one of hardship and sacrifice. The Gulf Wars and the War on
Terror (which brought it home to the Pentagon and to all of us) should make us
aware of the work that the military does, even, ironically, the work that we
are not aware of.
Of course, we have had troop deployments to Iraq and
still have them in Afghanistan. Families have been separated and thousands of
relatives and loved one have stood by graves and received the folded flag. We should
never forget all those who had made this ultimate sacrifice.
There are two groups of our military I would like to
give special recognition to (although all who served are special) and those
groups are the World War II vets and the veterans of the Cold War, which ran
from 1945 to 1986.
The vets of World War II are now in their 80’s. My
father, who joined as an underaged farm boy, is now 87, but he remembers every
detail of his service. I hope anyone who is around a World War II vet would
take the time to talk with them about their experiences and to thank them for
what they did. I would include those on the home front who also “served and
waited.” I think if you do spend time with these folks you will hear some
amazing stories. These people are leaving us at the rate of 700 a day and so, the
time to listen to them and to thank them is now.
The other group is those who served in the Cold War.
They do not have a memorial, but they sacrificed their lives whether literally
or one day at a time in often lonely and difficult posts. I talked with one Air
Force pilot who flew Sabre jets off the coast of Korea. He said they all knew
if something started, they would be the first to go. That’s sacrificial
service. Other troops worked in intelligence, a work which continues today to
keep us all safe. I know several people
who don’t say much about the work they do, which is a sure indication that they
are involved in intelligence.
Tom Paxton wrote a song about the 9/11 first
responders in which he noted that when everyone else ran away from danger, they
ran toward it. The same is true of
our service men and women. They run toward danger so the rest of us didn’t have
to.
Veterans’ Day was yesterday, and I hope you made it an occasion to thank veterans, to talk with them, to take them out
for a meal. That would be a small repayment for a huge service done so well for all of us.
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