This past Sunday we had our Veteran’s in church stand. Someone went around with a mike to hear what years each person standing served and in which branch. This was the first year that we had no WWII veterans. My dad was a WWII veteran, but there are so few left now.
I learn so much about that war from listening to my father and his brothers and sister. Most of their stories had to do with French ladies, but I learned about some battles too. They were very proud of what then did and you could tell. In the world wars – they fought the enemy, defeated the enemy and those lucky to be left alive came home to a hero’s welcome.
Now there is no enemy in uniform to recognize, no battlefield, no front line, and the enemy sometime as illusive as ghost. It’s must be so much harder to fight now. With no specific ‘enemy’ there is no one entity to defeat, no organized group to surrender. Now it just seems confusing.
I thank our veterans – I truly appreciate the men and women who choose to go and fight for our safety and our way of life. Their job is a hard one, but I hope they feel our pride in them and our gratitude.