Dad called a while back all excited and laughing. “You won’t believe what I found. My driver’s license for the tank I drove in Korea! think I could still use it?”
We joked about his going downtown where a tank sits as a memorial and see if he could get it started. If a policeman happened by, Dad could show his license and all would be well.
I’m lucky, Dad made it home from Korea and he’s honored with a brick in my hometown’s war memorial. And on this day especially I’m not only grateful for that, but also mindful of those who don’t return.
The memorial is a beautiful obelisk that honors both the survivors and the fallen.
Today at 3:00 I’ll join thousands of others as we remember, but also pray for those who remain protecting us. And special prayers for Bo Bergdahl, currently held prisoner by Taliban insurgents. May he and all our men and women come home safely and soon.
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