Tag: Memorial Day
This young soldier took turns at point with a good buddy of his, but the guys in his patrol liked him best because he was handy with the machine gun. They had been taking turns one day when his buddy was shot. It was a roll of the dice. If it had been him as pointman he would have been shot. The father spoke of how this buddy had died in his son’s arms shortly after being hit. His last words were, “Josh, I’ve been shot.” The father was reluctant to tell his wife about this incident. Mothers, you see, don’t mourn just for their own.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
The first boat in the patrol came under fire by the Viet Cong who were hidden in the jungle thickets along the banks of the river. Don immediately took his post and fired upon the Viet Cong. In the ensuing firefight, Don was able to give sufficient cover to the first boat and it was able to escape.
The remembrances of my girlhood are sweet, and bitter. Nothing has changed, save the urgency of our times. The sweet and the bitter will always mingle on Memorial Day, like the living and the dead.