In honor of young heroes
Monday, April 12, 2010
Today, a young man was returning to the town where I work, but not in the happiest of ways. He was a marine, only age 19, and lost his life protecting our freedom this month. There was an honor guard in the procession passing through town, including motorcycles with veterans.
I, too, stood along the street as it went by, thinking deep thoughts. It almost has the air of a parade, I thought, but it is so much more. Standing by me was a veteran from Viet Nam, and he openly spoke with me and my colleague. He was born in Britain and so wanted to serve when he came to the U.S., and joined the military. They would not let him serve in Viet Nam until the very end. He became a U.S. citizen about 30 years ago. He and another veteran were there to pay their respects in tribute to this young life lost, as were many others. The streets were lined with town residents, as well as those from nearby towns.
Being a mom, I think about the family, especially his mother, and how scared she was to let him go. Such a broad mixture of emotions she must feel: pride in his dedication to serve our country, remorse in his loss, and a deep sinking feeling that he is gone. So, I pray for comfort for the family.
At work, I have been interviewed by a number of people (two today) about volunteerism and what it means to the community, especially in light of the life of this young man who volunteered to keep freedom safe.
Our country was founded by such heroes who find freedom so precious that it is an honor to protect for their families. God bless those who do so.