In Memorial Writing this page with the knowledge that many, from other countries who read my words might not fully understand, I still have to share my honest thoughts as I return to publishing the Daily Thought. This past Monday was set for the day my family would get together in so much as it was possible, and my son called to say he was bringing flags with him for a special mission. At ten a.m. my father, uncle, brother and son piled into a van and made a journey. First we went to the gravesite where uncles Leonard and Grady had their passing marked. One of them had his physical remains there, but the other’s body lies in a grave in Holland. One died at the age of 21 cut in two by a machine gun, the other survived Pearl Harbor and Guadalcanal and three wounds to die in a car wreck not long after he returned home. Then we went to Clarence’s grave some miles away. At each we posted an American flag beside the grave markers. At the cemetery where Leonard and Grady’s lives were recorded, I removed my headgear and with my cover in hand I remarked that if the Lord tarried long it was my hope that we would never bring forth progeny in our line that would forget their heritage. On this continent alone, our family name now has nearly four hundred years of history (1611), and it has marched across the pages of seldom remarked history in other lands as well. And I would not forget those other lines, which converge to make the generation that now exists either. How many thousands of lost stories and experiences those lives consist of? Only God can say. We offered no prayers as the four of us stood by those gravesites. Each recalled his own time of military service and listened as my dad and uncle spoke of the dead brothers’ lives. As I stood beside the grave marked of the man my father called the “bravest man he ever knew,” it occurred to me that for all my uncles’ daring do and for all those that have gone before only one thing really matters. Did they know the Lord Jesus Christ as their Savior when their soul was called into eternity? In the end that is the only thing that matters concerning us all.
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