January 22, 2005

Read 'em and Weep

Deb, at Marine Corps Mom, has posted a very touching letter from another mother of a Marine. Read, think, and then thank someone who has lost something for your gain.

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Not many will die for even a righteous man

When in high school I heard the Star Spangled Banner more times than I cared. I played it repeatedly in band, stood at attention for it as a cheerleader, and snapped my gum a few times while I stood on the sidelines. I considered myself a patriotic, young, Republican girl, but I just didn't find myself moved by the national anthem.

Enter R. He was the first man I had known who wasn't in the military simply because it was a way out of a small town or jail. When he told his parents he didn't want to attend college because he wasn't mature enough and that he was opting for the United States Marine Corps instead, they weren't exactly pleased. But, they trusted their son and his knowledge of himself. When his four years were up, he felt ready for the "rigors" of collegiate life. He knew he was ready to study but his love of the Corps and country kept him in the Reserves. After a year of community college, he headed to the University of Missouri. We had enrolled in the same afternoon Spanish class, and thus our introduction. There were weekends that he gave up with me for his committment to the Corps. He would always return with some good stories of training and a few anecdotes of brothers with strange names bestowed on them by their Corps family.

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November 11, 2004

More than I Can Say

Somehow "Happy Veteran's Day" just doesn't seem a cohesive and properly dictated phrase. "Thank a Veteran Day" seems far more profitable.

Thank you for dying that I might live. Thank you for believing in freedom and justice for all, whether on American soil or abroad, that I might live in peace, prosperity, and without fear for my life or liberty. Thank you for bravely bearing the atrocities of war throughout your lives that I might be free from the horrors of such things.

May your sleep be blessed and peaceful. May your heart be relieved of survivor's guilt. May you one day again see the face of your commrades and hear it said, "Well done." May I savor every meal, a comfortable bed and sleep, a vigorous stroll, and every breath while remembering that you went without food, without sleep or slept in the rain and mud of a foxhole, lost limbs, and sacrificed your very life that I might enjoy even these simple things and see the beauty in them.

Please take the time to look into the eyes, shake the hand of, and sincerely thank someone who served this great country with his or her life that we might live, indeed.

Thank you, Votaw (WWII Army Veteran and survivor of the Bataan Death March).
Thank you, Ralph (Korean Army Veteran and National Guardsman).
Thank you, R (Marine Veteran of Operation Desert Storm and former Body Bearer burying with honor those who honorably served).
Thank you, Mom (Army Veteran of Operation Iraqi Freedom).

Thank you, Marines.
Thank you, Soldiers.
Thank you, Sailors.
Thank you, Airmen.
Thank you, Guardsmen (Army and Air).
Thank you, Coast Guard.

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May 29, 2004

Whose day is it?

As we were driving south on Main yesterday, we passed a cemetary. Many cars were parked and people were milling around, some obviously looking for a particular stone, others just browsing. C, my eight-year-old, asked why so many people were there. I then explained that this is Memorial Day Weekend. "Memorial Day" (or "Decoration Day" as it was once called) was set aside as a day to remember those who gave their lives in service to this country; people place flowers at the graves of those who died in wars. Many people have; however, made it into a time to remember anyone who has died.

C thought for a moment and then asked why people have "stolen the holiday from the veterans?" I can sometimes be a rules girl (note, sometimes, Kris). And, in truth, it has bothered me a tiny bit that we can't just let the dead receive a day of recognition for dying in battle and service to this great nation. I know that people have good intentions (obviously, they are trying to honor the memory of a loved one) as my good friend Kris always tries to point out to me (and has most recently in this post). But I admit to thinking the same thing that my eight-year-old does: why not let those for whom the day was made keep it as unique to their sacrifice and let's take another of the other 358 non-major holiday days to place a wreath or bouquet in rememberance of our family members?

Baldilocks has some very good thoughts here.

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May 12, 2004

Something Special in the Air

Our ever faithful Nathan is now serving our country in Qatar. A note of thanks is appropriate right about now (even if he is comfortable while doing so).

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April 30, 2004

Comfort, Consolation, and a Call to Spiritual Arms

A post by Blackfive and Baldilocks prompted this morning's thoughts.

As young lovers, R and I were parted for him to serve the United States by service in the U.S. Marine Corps in Desert Storm. I was pregnant with our first child; my heart, also, gravid with anxiety.

While reading my Bible one morning, I came across this scripture:

"And the Lord will continually guide you,
And satisfy your desire in scorched places,
And give strength to your bones;
And you will be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail."

Isaiah 58:11

My heart was immediately unfettered.

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April 28, 2004

Check the Mileage...

I have these moments in my life when I having a longing for my mother. I have been assured by my dear mother-in-law that it never leaves.

I was awakened by a call from mom this morning. I was delighted to hear from her. She has just finished a tour of active duty in the war as a Major in the United States Army Reserves. She gladly served state-side the entire tour at an Army hospital.

It has taken a few years, but I do now not only love my mother because she gave me life, but because she is my friend.

If Life is a trip then we all pack a bit of something to take with us. Unfortunately, the early travels with my mother were ladden with too much baggage. We have taken a few wrong turns and found ourselves lost in a Mexican town unable to find a bathroom and desperately thirsty. With some hard to follow directions, we navigated our way out, but it was a typical Mexican road- very bumpy. We decided to drop a few of the unnecessary outfits and annoying accessories and found not only was the burden lighter, but we then had room to replace the unwanted items with things we really desired and that were not only functional, but complimentary, too.

So, here we are, cruising the highway of life. Now when we jump off the interstate, the other doesn't mind so much because we have learned to trust whoever is driving.

Thanks for working hard mom, not only for me and Nick, but for the men and women in service to this country.

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April 26, 2004

Coincidence? Nahhhhh

Last night, I went downstairs to lay in bed with E to read and talk (she was still awake). Hearing movement above us, I went upstairs to see who was up. R told me that he couldn't sleep; his mind was racing. Assuming it was about work, I told him to just tell himself that he can't do anything until tomorrow- now he can rest. He then told me that he kept thinking about Dave. He was concerned for him.

When I can't seem to stop thinking about a person, I have learned to take that as a prompting to pray for that person.

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