Another November has rolled around and America still stands. Outside our Lord’s benevolent goodness to us, the reason we still stand is due to our dedicated armed forces—the American military. Army, Navy, Air force, Coast Guard, Marines.
Five Wars were fought in the 1900’s: World War 1, World War 2, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and the Persian Gulf War. Loss in death was horrific, but thankfully a lot of our men and women did return to the USA. Thus our Vets.
Our official Veteran’s Day is November 11, a day when most Americans feel a patriotic pull toward thankfulness. The week is filled with flags, memes, and local celebrations. I love seeing the vets passing out poppies. We tear up while reading Flander’s Field, hang our biggest flag or stick little ones in the yard, and put pretty patriotic pictures on Facebook. In the past, I have made it a special point to say a personal thanks to my brother-in-law and to those special church members who generally are recognized on that day. And I remember Sparky, who died so long ago.
As the years have rolled by, many of our young people do not personally know the price that was paid for our America. Probably few can name Wars, Generals, Countries, Presidents or other leaders of American Wars.
How many youth knew a veteran personally? How many only have an image of a man in a wheelchair sitting on the street corner with no consideration of the thankfulness due him. One reason few know the real story of a veteran is because, few of them will recount what they experienced on the battle field, and who can blame them? Why bring up such horrible memories? I have one veteran friend who has agreed to let me tell his story.
So for the next five days, I will be writing Steve’s Story, my effort at putting a face on an American Veteran from the Viet Nam War.