Remembrance of those who gave and those we cannot forget this Memorial Day, 2013. Who will we think of this coming weekend? Will it be the childhood friend from 3rd grade; that I knew. Ken Meyer, who died in early February, 1971 was overlooked and not mention by friends that I knew. Only to find out, no one who attended his funeral can tell me where he is buried.
Or Lavan Church, the senior from Tennyson High School; Class of 65, died in August, 1967. Again no one remembers his resting place. Or the other nine classmates from Tennyson whose names I collected from “The Wall” on Veterans Day, 2007.
I mentioned in one of my previous posts in late April or early May about the three African American soldiers with the 101st Airborne Division. I met these young men in early or mid-April, 1970. They would be the first casualties of Pleiku airbase. What is it that reminds me of these soldiers, what they had accomplished? Their pride, the smiles on their face? Their willingness to support their Divisions mission? I don’t know?
Or maybe after a few weeks one of the three would return to our barracks. Peewee and many of us who had meet these men. Were dumbfounded, shocked by the fact one had died in one of his first patrols. I can’t remember his name… but his personality beamed with promise of a bright future ahead. The second soldier situation is identical as the first, he was lucky… he was wounded and that’s all we knew. We didn’t know if he would return back to his unit or if he was medivac to the states. The third man was bewildered and almost seemed confused by how much had happen in those few weeks. All we knew after he told us what happen to his friends. That he or us would not be the same again. Because it was personal.
If you pray or meditate and know of a veteran or veterans from any conflicts. Pray for those departed, their parents, families, relatives, love ones and friends.
We’re only days away from Memorial Day…
Thank You, Mark