“…a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”~Ecc 3:8
On the 10th day of this transition month, my heart is full of gratitude for the Veterans who have stood in the gap for the freedom that the rest of us enjoy.
From the Revolutionary War to all the skirmishes that continue in our war-torn world of today. there are those who use their talents, gifts and blessings to honor those who have gone before them – whether out of love for country or love of the principles – or family tradition – they sacrifice what the rest of us do not: time, family life, easy continuity, safety, images that haunt their steps all their days and nights……
“The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war, no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional to how they perceive the Veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their nation.”~President George Washington
How can I not be thankful and full of inexpressible gratitude to those who volunteer to serve – not drafted – not paid a lot of money – far from home and all its comforts – willing to lay down their life for me? How can I not bow my head and offer a prayer of thankfulness for those who serve now and those who have served in the past?
“The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.” — Abraham Lincoln
While women may not have always been on the battle lines, some have always sacrificed in their own ways out of their own talents, gifts and blessings. Almost all wars have accounts of women working behind the scenes – serving as spies – healing those injured – making uniforms and flags – traveling to bring much needed food, water and supplies. In fact – it is partly due to a woman poet, Moina Belle Michaels, and the use of her talents, gifts and blessings, that we wear a poppy to honor our Veterans and have a day to honor Veterans of all wars. Besides working during the WWI, she was moved to work with disabled Vets when they returned home. It was her poem that struck a chord and began a movement that was eventually separated from Memorial Day and named “Veterans Day” by President Eisenhower in 1954.
So as I prepare to transition into November 11, my heart continues to hope that someday, we won’t have to walk this path any more. But until that day – I am thankful for the watchman – watch-person if we want to be PC compliant – who stands on the wall of freedom – their sword ready by their side, their eyes always watching – waiting – and prepared to do whatever it takes to protect this precious gift of choice – FREEDOM.
“He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.”~Is 2:4