November 11, 1918 ended WW1 and Armistice Day celebrations began and still
continue for these 91 years. Veterans were honored and welcomed with open
arms as they returned to civilian life. Young men and boys committed themselves
to protect and defend our Country preserving the freedoms we possess. They
endured severe hardships in a foreign land fighting from trenches filled with waist
deep water, slogging through deep mud during freezing rains. They overcame
lack of training and inadequate equipment to prevail against numerical odds and
a fanatical enemy. They brought back victory and inspired patriotism at an
exalted level. They are all gone now . . . those boys born at the end of the 19th
century. And many paid the price for our freedom.
A new band of brothers born at the beginning of the 20th century too soon
entered the battles of WW2 fighting a similar cause and a familiar enemy. Most of
us were touched by the call of family members and close friends to wage the war
to end all wars. This battle was fought with new powerful weapons that reached
into the major cities of Europe creating massive destruction and civilian loss of
life. Millions of lives were lost on all sides and from many countries. My personal
connection to this epic struggle was the loss of my favorite Uncle wounded in the
Battle of The Bulge. This athletic young man, with a shock of blonde hair and a
perpetual smile, enlisted as I would have expected from this “down home, All-
American, patriotic Texas” background. He was proud of his uniform, his
assignments, his training, and the country he served. As I study his photograph
in full uniform equipped with high boots and tight-legged breeches, I see this 22
year old man ready for protecting me and our Country from evil. His subsequent
deployment to Germany and assignment on the front lines in the Argonne Forest
was exactly where he wanted to be. The counter offensive of the German Army
overran his position and he only survived his serious wounds long enough to
return home, living for a few weeks. I miss him terribly today and am proud of his
service. His memory prompts me to tears when I see the courage of the young
men and women of today as they volunteer to protect and pay for our freedoms.
A friend from my church, Brian, was hired by a civilian contractor in Iraq
and worked for two years building and repairing infrastructure paid for in the most
part by the United States. They built power plants, water services and medical
facilities in some of the most dangerous parts of the country. The reports upon
his return are encouraging and enlightening about the entire situation. He
describes the Iraqi people as kind, peace loving, and desirous of a better life. The
violence is created mostly by outside influence and insurgents from surrounding
countries. Brian’s team built a 40 bed maternity hospital and quickly all beds
were occupied. A letter soon arrived from Al Queda naming all Iraqi employees
and warning them to not return to work with threat of harm to their families. A few
days later a bomb laden vehicle was driven into the building and destroyed the
entire facility. This enemy is real and is a serious threat to peace loving nations
around the globe.
Gene Hall