Memorial day is a day of remembrance.
In memory of those who have given their all in service, to keep the rest of us safe and free . Some of them joined the service by choice, and others were forced, but none the less they each learned and trained to give their all, as it were.
And ultimately gave their life to fight for the cause of freedom. The unsung hero’s. The young men and women of the armed forces. Serving for us in the prime of their life.
With tears in my eyes, I remember what a hard time my own Father used to have trying to do things around the farm where I grew up. He wasn’t a small man either. He just had a slight disadvantage. His right hand, wrist and fore arm were missing. Another sad casualty of WWII.
He didn’t give it all, but he sure gave enough.
Actually, at the time the live hand grenade was launched into the fox hole that he and his comrades were packed into, he made a split second decision to pick up the grenade and throw it quickly out of the grimy little hiding space where they were, saving the rest of the men’s lives, at his own expense. The grenade didn’t get any farther than his fingers though, when it went off, blowing up right there in his face, taking his hand and fingers with it. Imagine the horror of your hand suddenly missing and all of the bright red blood gushing out with each beat of your heart, and body particles being splattered all over the place. All over your own face, clothes, shoes, and everyone else’s too. A sick, bloody, smelly, tragedy, a big freaking mess, no doubt.
But who would notice those kind of gory details as you tried desperately to cover the bloody stump of what used to be your arm. Looking for something to put over it and stop the prolific bleeding, knowing that if you didn’t find something soon, the end result would be you passing out and bleeding to death right then and there in your own disgusting pool of used warm blood.
Imagine being a right handed young person with all of your life ahead of you, who all of a sudden has to live life and do everything with out that hand. It might cause a little on going anger and frustration to say the least.
Today I give honor to the many people who have selflessly given their all to keep America safe, free, and at peace. And to those who gave all they had, leaving them with excruciating pain, PTSD, and horrible never ending nightmares and missing body parts. Some have even collected various permanent physical scars, everyone mental scars, and a few, extra little metal pieces as souvenirs, to show for their time in the service. A gift or two they would rather not have, I’m sure.
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