Today, most Americans will pause and utter, some solemnly, others a little less so, but those with understanding know the truth of Jefferson’s phrase concerning watering Liberty’s Tree with the blood of Patriots.
From Earliest childhood my mind and heart were flooded with the idea that military personnel were of the highest cloth of civilization, and with age this idea is more firmly rooted as hardly a year goes by without a photo of a weeping widow of an American arriving at Dover in a flag-draped coffin, with the widow, children and parents near prostrate bent low by their grief.
Joyce’s Uncle, Harley Walker, was brought home under such circumstances, to New Castle, the Army Air Core base at the time. He laid down his life, in the Jungle of New Guinea two days before the end of WWII. Hardly a day passed without his Mother, Gertie, walking past the Chicken House on her way to the barn, but that she paused at the corn crib where the wooden box that carried Harley’s body home from the field of patriot heroes. Grand Mom, as we called her, lived with this routine for forty-one years. She lived as a Gold Star Mother for over four decades.
Memorial Day was a day when old-timers knew the pain associated with the day. To this day, when I see an old corn crib, I think of Harley Walker and the pain his mother carried to her grave many years later.
Several men from the church I pastor, are now enrolled in different branches of our military. I salute each one while praying for the day promised when we all gather down by the river and study war no more.
In His mysterious way, God moves the hearts of current men and women who love freedom enough to dress in the cloth of war and train to preserve our nation for the hatred of our many tyrannical enemies.
Minot Savage wrote:
“The brave die never, though they sleep in the dust, their courage nerves a thousand living men.” Minot J. Savage
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Patriotic IT work. Oral Deckard