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Remembrance

Years ago, my dad’s youngest brother encouraged my grandmother to write her life’s story. Since then, he’s published several other books on our family, including some pictures that help tell the story.

There were eight kids in their family, six of them boys. When World War II came, several of the boys enlisted. This picture from 1943 shows the strain the family was under during those stressful years.

My uncles Charlie and Luther were already in the navy; they are on either end of the picture. My dad is second from the left; he would soon join the Air Force, as would his brother Sam, second from the right. The other boy in the picture, Coleman, would join the Navy upon graduating from high school the following year.

Sam was the only one of the boys that didn’t come home. On May 22, 1944, the family received a letter telling them that Sam’s plane had been shot down. A month later, they got official word that he had been killed.

The stress of having four sons in the military and the pain of having lost another took a terrible toll on my grandmother. The picture below was taken in 1946. Less than three years from the picture above, yet the physical change is dramatic. (Note that my grandmother was already using a cane in the above picture, she just didn’t have it with her when that picture was taken)

On this Memorial Day, let’s remember those who suffer during wartime, especially those who are left behind.

Memorial Day

 

gravestoneI have lots of questions about the wisdom of Christians participating in the military. Some of those I’ve voiced here in the Kitchen, others I haven’t.

At the same time, I have nothing but respect for the people who have served in the military (and serve, I should add). I may not agree with their decision, but I respect it and admire them for their courage. Few of them have done so out of selfish motives; many did so out of a sense of duty and real desire to protect the things that they value.

Lots of friends and family members have served in the military, both here and in other countries. I lost an uncle in World War II. The toll that took on my family, especially my grandmother, was enormous. My grandmother had 6 sons in the military. She bore a tremendous burden.

Today is not a day to argue the rights and wrongs of military service. Today is a day to remember those who have paid the terrible cost of losing a loved one in war. May our prayers surround them.

My Father and my God, I thank you for your Son who paid the price for our freedom. Today, as so many remember those who have died in the wars of this world, I pray for those around the globe who have lost loved ones to that horror. Surround them with your comfort. Father, please bring peace to our world. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

 

{photo by Daniel Wildman, sxc.hu}