How exciting! The day had come to leave on our journey. My cousin and I were going on a European tour and then spending 2 weeks hitchhiking around France. We both studied French and had a command (of sorts) of the language. it was a great expedition!
Yesterday suddenly a picture flashed in my mind from that long ago trip. I was standing in front of a sea of Crosses with a Star of David here and there. It was an American cemetery in France holding the bodies of soldiers who died in World War I and II. The vast numbers of graves took my breath away when I realized these were American lives that never came home from the war, young lives sacrificed for freedom~ not just our freedom, but for peoples of other nations as well.
This week we remember our veterans in a special day of thanksgiving for their sacrifices made to keep us free. Lord, bless them, keep them in your comfort and care. Let them know Your love.
Years ago on an Easter Sunday I’d prepared a turkey dinner for my husband and I; just as we sat down there was a knock at the door. When I opened it a stranger walked right past me and up to the table where my husband sat. Though he was unknown to me, my husband got a huge grin and stood up to give the guy a hug. He was an old high school buddy.
He was a patient at the VA hospital across town. My confusion gone, I invited him to join in our meal. He said “no, did we have some orange juice?” He proceeded to bring out a bottle of vodka. As we ate he drank and talked. The more he drank, the more pain rose to the surface until we heard stories of what he’d been through in Viet Nam, not just what happened to him, but what he was made to do. The man was racked with guilt and sorrow. Modern film could picture his body filled with little demons using pick axes all over his insides. But it was his mind and the horror of the sounds and pictures that kept repeating themselves over and over that gushed out.
That night visit impacted me with a vision of what war does to human beings. We are brought up to love and care for each other, then sent out in war to kill and maim people. To make it possible we brand people as things: japs, gooks, jerries, chinks~ a thing is easier to kill than a human being.
It’s the same tactic the abortion industry uses calling a baby “tissue or fetus”. But a baby is a baby is a baby no matter what you call it. When an abortion is performed a baby is murdered. When you cut the baby body up to sell its head and brain, heart or lungs~ it’s a baby being cut up. It’s barbaric; how do we let this go on? Our taxes pay for this! We must defund Planned Parenthood at the very least!
I will raise awareness every place I can about the abortion industry. But that digression does not negate my wish to honor our veterans. November is the special month when we thank our Vets for their service, and I do thank them for all they have suffered and perhaps still are suffering for my freedom. . . terrible burns, the lost limbs, the PTSD, the families also affected. Words are not enough but it’s what I have to give, and I freely express my appreciation to them! They deserve so much more!
Lord God, please lift each Vet up and bless them in a special way.