As we get ready to start this memorial day weekend, I find myself remembering high school and the Vietnam War. In the classes that graduated the three years before me they lost almost half of the boys to the war. We flew the flag at half mast most of the time as we lost so many boys to the War.
Some times I feel bad that I did not serve. It was 1972 and my draft number was "51" I was classified 1-A then they stopped the draft, but at the same time I am glad that I did not have to go. I cherish my memories of those who died and also remember those who have died since in so many conflicts. They made this country into something that we could all die for.
Today I have trouble even imagining what it must be like for parents to send their children to war. I am so grateful for the children and now grandchildren that God has blessed us with and can't bear the thought of losing any of them to war.
Here is a cool site for this memorial day.
In Christ,
Pastor Paul
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