It’s Memorial Day and we’ve been watching old war movies this weekend. Friday we watched Shenandoah, about the civil war. Today we watched The Green Berets, about the Viet Nam War, and Midway; World War II.
Too many times we think of Memorial Day as a 3 day weekend to go camping, boating, and perhaps a little party time.
There is nothing wrong with enjoying the holiday, but this day was established to give honor to those who gave their lives for our freedom; to remember their sacrifice for our benefit.
“I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free, and I won’t forget the men who died, to give that right to me.” I have always loved that song, and it speaks for my heart.
I am proud to say that I have many veterans in my family. They were all good honest men, who proudly served and fought for our country. My husband also has many family members who have served and fought. We are the lucky ones. I don’t believe either of our families lost anyone during those wars, but we both have a few who were wounded.
Despite the atrocities they must have witnessed, I never heard any of them talk very much about their war experiences. They came home with physical wounds, but I fear the mental wounds were the deepest.
We have young men and women today who are dying in the War on Terror we are engaged in. We have mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands, and children who are grieving.
I hope you have all had a great weekend, but please, before you go to bed tonight, bow your head, bend your knee, and ask prayers for protection for those who are still serving our great country. Give praise for the those brave men and women who sacrificed their lives for me and you. Lastly, always be proud to be an American, where at least we know we’re free, and never forget why we are free.