Monthly Archives: November 2013

A Different Slant on Remembeering

As an octogenarian, I grew up in a Patriotic America, supporting our troops through World War II.  Joyous when one came home and immeasurably saddened when one was taken away  from us.  This huge worldwide war took many lives and separated many families for years.  The survivors, for the most part did not want to discuss what they had done or what they had seen

The tragedy of that war was followed by a Police Action (euphemism for war) in Korea when we continued to send the promise of our future off to war one more time.  And then Vietnam, and still continuing to the Gulf, Iraq, and Afghanistan.

During Veteran’s Day weekend just past, there were very few programs and/or movies that honored our veterans being shown on television.  The news covered the placing of the traditional wreath at the base of the unknown soldier.

On the other hand, just days later, we arrive at the fifty year anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy, President of the United States.  A despicable act on the highest officer our country.  Worthy of remembering.  Most of our young people do not remember him or how we as a nation mourned him.

It did not matter whether we were Republican or Democrat; his assassination was not to be tolerated.  TV has been running commentary all during this week of November 17, 2013 noting the 50th anniversary of his death.

The man may have been the best president we could have had, but with his death he had only served for a little under two years and, therefore, did not have time to implement any important programs.   His greatest achievement was inspiring our country to explore outer space which he never lived to see and the establishment of the Peace Corps.  He is remembered more for inspiring words than particular acts.

This is a personal feeling for me.  What is more important?  Honoring the Hundreds of  thousands who have served our country to protect our freedoms?  Or the anniversary of a man cut down in his prime and is now just a fable to many like Abraham Lincoln?

It is my opinion we should do more honoring and remembering of those who have fallen in battle and of those who still serve to keep us free as well as those who have returned to us and rejoined the civilian population.

Thank you to each and every one of you who served to protect me and my country.

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A Few Gray Hairs

On this remembrance day for all who have served our country so honorably, I remember. I remember the draft notices, the starred flags in home windows, the gold stars when a loved one was lost to us forever. I remember a city coming to an absolute standstill on what was then called Armstice Day, at 11 a.m., on the 11th day of the 11th month as a tribute to our military. The twenty one gun salute heard in the distance made my heart beat faster. I shall never forget.

I am old enough now to have survived much–financial disasters, internal strife, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, Gulf War, Iraq, Afghanistan and — well you get the picture. My pride in my country is great. And every time there is a call to arms for ourselves or for those who cannot protect themselves, our military rises to the occasion. The puzzle is why do so many peoples of the world hate us and want to destroy us.

My family has contributed many to the military starting back in the Revolutionary War. But of those I know personally: My mother enlisted in the Navy in World War I as a yoeman (one of 11,000 non-nursing military women). My father was in the Army. My brother served in WWII. My heart gave a big bump of relief when none of my children had to serve because that’s just the way mothers are. Two grandsons enlisted in the Marines. A nephew served in the Air Force and was stationed for a long period of time overseas. And, of course my wonderful husband, who is considered to be a casualty of WWII because of radiation poisoning while serving in Hiroshima and Nakasaki, even though he lived to be 82 years old.

Gratitude for their service and for all the others is too tame a word. Pride in their accomplishments can never describe the feeling. So I spend time remembering that because of them I can sit here at my computer and honor their service and their lives.

Perhaps, a simple thank you says it all.

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A Few Gray Hairs

On this remembrance day for all who have served our country so honorably, I remember. I remember the draft notices, the starred flags in home windows, the gold stars when a loved one was lost to us forever. I remember a city coming to an absolute standstill on what was then called Armstice Day, at 11 a.m., on the 11th day of the 11th month as a tribute to our military. The twenty one gun salute heard in the distance made my heart beat faster. I shall never forget.

I am old enough now to have survived much–financial disasters, internal strife, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam, Gulf War, Iraq, Afghanistan and — well you get the picture. My pride in my country is great. And every time there is a call to arms for ourselves or for those who cannot protect themselves, our military rises to the occasion. The puzzle is why do so many peoples of the world hate us and want to destroy us.

My family has contributed many to the military starting back in the Revolutionary War. But of those I know personally: My mother enlisted in the Navy in World War I as a yoeman (one of 11,000 non-nursing military women). My father was in the Army. My brother served in WWII. My heart gave a big bump of relief when none of my children had to serve because that’s just the way mothers are. Two grandsons enlisted in the Marines. A nephew served in the Air Force and was stationed for a long period of time overseas.

Gratitude for their service and for all the others is too tame a word. Pride in their accomplishments can never describe the feeling. So I spend time remembering that because of them I can sit here at my computer and honor their service and their lives.

Perhaps, a simple thank you says it all.

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