American soldiers enter service not because they hate an enemy, but because they believe in their country & they have a sense of duty to protect those they love. When my father’s best friend was killed in battle on May 8, 1968, he was 2 weeks shy of his 19th birthday. Sometime thereafter, my dad came home one day & broke the news to his parents that he had dropped out of college to enlist in the infantry. My grandmother sobbed – her only living child was going to war; both her brothers had served during World War 2 & only one had returned. My dad made it home – 58,220 of his comrades did not. This Memorial Day, I hope we each can take a moment to remember our fallen soldiers, say a prayer for the families who survive them & thank them for their sacrifice.
