Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. – John 15:13 (NIV)
When I was younger and the Vietnam War was going on, I remember that on some of the national newscasts near the end the announcer would say how many people had been killed that day or that week in Vietnam. They were just numbers to me.
Later in life when I was visiting Washington, D.C., I saw the wall – The Vietnam Veterans Memorial. There are over 58,000 names on it.
It was sobering.
I remember thinking that each name was someone’s child. They were loved and missed by someone. Someone’s heart was broken beyond repair when they received the news that their son or daughter had been killed.
It was the early evening when I walked past the wall, stopping to read names. There was a slight mist falling. The mist hit the wall and drops would run down it like tears streaming down my face.
I served in the military and some friends died. During the Iraq and Afghanistan War when a Montanan was killed, I attended several funerals and assisted some families during the difficult time.
When Memorial Day comes around each year I remember those people and pray for them. I thank God for the sacrifices that were made in all the wars so I can have freedom and liberty.
All Gave Some – Some Gave All