I know this is kind of “belated”, but such is life. On Sunday our church honored all of the veterans by asking them to come to the front of the sanctuary. The men, mostly elderly, stood in front of the congregation and they announced their name, and their branch and years of service. Some had fought in the Korean war, some in Vietnam, some in World War II even. They stood so proud and I was overwhelmed with emotion just looking at them. I leaned over and explained to Avery that these men were soldiers that had fought for our country. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself that he must’ve thought we had a pretty weak army – made up of a bunch of hunched over, gray haired men with glasses, some with canes even...not very formidable.
They were all so cute, all lined up in their old man attire – some with suits, others with just the polyester slacks and short sleeved buttoned down shirts. After they had all introduced themselves, the congregation clapped and clapped and then a standing ovation and more clapping. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t help but think of my dad, who had served in the Army. He would’ve loved to have stood there and told of his service to our country.
The church honors these men (and women) each year, for many it’s probably the only time they are asked about their military service, an otherwise forgotten chapter in their lives. As they walked back to their seats I noticed one gentleman using a cane and another, older gentleman walking alongside of him trying to assist him. “No man left behind” I thought.
I am so proud of our military heroes and so thankful for them.