The other day I read this post – a reflection on the flag and reminder to me of the price some have paid for it…
My own grandfather lost his kid brother to a war. He just wanted to follow in his big brother’s footsteps and serve his country. My great grandmother still grieves for my great uncle Dick, who was killed in the Korean War on 8 Sep 1950.
Mom says
Thank you for remembering my Uncle Dick, and all those who have sacrificed when our country called.
As the sounds of fireworks all up and down the valley where we live are beginning to die down, and the smell of sulfur still hangs in the air, I am reminded of the words of our country’s anthem… “the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our Flag was still there…” America, for all her faults, all her disagreements internally, is still far and away the best place to live (IMHO), the strongest bastion of freedom, and the nation to whom all others turn in time of need.
Thank God for women and men (such as your dear hubby) who give of themselves despite the cost.