Above is a wonderful tribute to our veterans. Please carry this with you long past today’s organized recognition…
I miss my grandpa something fierce. He was a man small in stature and size, but a giant in the way he lived with a great big heart, loads & loads of hard work, and lots of humor. He too served this country. His World War II stint was in the Army. And his children served too. Yes, even my mamma served America in the Navy. My husband’s family also has quite a lineage of soldiers.
* Right side image: My grandpa was a radio operator–he always claimed his short stature is what kept him alive. Apparently the bullets whizzed over his head, but rarely lower.
* Bottom of the page image–scroll all the way down to the last post: My grandpa after he returned from WWII, at the Montana homestead. I love this picture. The horse, the pistol, the cigarette, the hoof nippers, and the crooked hat — his typical Montana uniform when not driving tractor. He was the real deal.
* Tid-bit: While still overseas in service, he attended a special military school for mounted soldiers. Yep, he a cowboy at home and abroad.
Family members, friends, and strangers, all of you who have served or are currently serving in a branch of the Armed Forces of America, I owe my very life to you. And at the very minimum, I owe liberties and freedoms (religious, political, and personal) to you.
With so much strife and whining and political insanity in our country and world today, do you, the soldier, really know how much I value you?
It was my dream as a girl to be a medic in the military, but my own chronic medical condition kept me from it. So as I wear the wool Army jacket given to me by my husband’s grandpa (the very one he used to wear in the military) or as I wear the flight jacket worn by my father (as he served in Vietnam) or as I wear the slick jacket given to my by a high school friend (during a rotation in Desert Storm),I feel a tangible presence of being wrapped in their protection. And you, today’s soldier, are covering not only me, but so many more, in a blanket of safety, security, and freedom. For this I am ever so grateful. More than you know.
American soldiers sacrifice so much. Not only do they go directly into harms way, but their families watch them go, pray fervently while they are gone, and wait hopefully for their return. So let us not forget the families of our service men and women! Thank you for your sacrifices.
Please know that no matter who is at the helm of our great nation, America is my country. America is your country. America belongs to us. Leaders come and go, but this nation belongs to those who love America and are proud to be Americans! And especially to those who support, encourage, and thank our soldiers…
Soldiers, may God bless you
with all you need as you serve our country!
1 Peter 5:10&11
But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.
And let us not grow weary while doing good,
for in due season we shall reap
if we do not lose heart.
Today, let me call upon you. It doesn’t matter if you ever wore the uniform of a soldier or not, Christians, you are soldiers nonetheless. Do you hear it? Your time is now! A battle is being waged. Our Commander holds the highest seat in the universe, for Who else paints the nighttime sky with stars and keeps the planets spinning? He is the One enlisting your service today.
Brothers and Sisters in Christ, I stand shoulder to shoulder with you as we stay strong and are filled with good courage. All while speaking the Truth and living the Life that God commands us to do, we must unite as soldiers for Christ while serving a most high God.
~ portions of today’s post were taken from my Veteran’s Day post last year