I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"

Monday, November 12, 2012

Honor and Gratitude

As I watched the sunrise this morning, I was thinking about the News report I had just seen concerning General Petraeus and how calloused and suspicious I've become about the "true story", the real facts and the motives of the media and our government to let the people really know what is going on. Maybe we don't need to know everything about the failings of our hero's.
The story changes everyday. There is always a new version and someone else involved... as if the media were writing a good novel. As if they know, ahead of time, that they may be able to sell the screenplay to Hollywood.
As I stood out in my front yard, looking at this rather spectacular morning , I realized that I had lost my bearings yesterday, on the real Veteran's Day, thinking that today was the day to honor those who served.  So I came in and opened our cabinet that we keep "special things" in and took out the large envelope that I keep my POW bracelet in. This envelope also has all the information that the POW-MIA organization sent to me in 1973 on the man who's name is on the bracelet.
His name was Major Henry M. Serex, He was in the U.S. Air Force. He went missing on Easter Day 1972.

In this envelope are a copy of the post that I did two years ago and other information that I have collected over the years, the return address of his family in 1973 and the bracelet.
The most meaningful addition is the card that I received from Maj Serex's daughter after I wrote about her father and the bracelet on my blog. I cannot say how much this card means to me.
So, because my brain was in another place yesterday...  today, I will honor this man, his family and all the men and women who served, who still serve and who gave their lives to protect our country.
Please read my post, here, that tells about Maj. Serex and his story. May we never forget the men and women who served and came home, the ones who came back but were never the same and those who were never found.
To our son, my father, my great uncle and all others who chose to join the forces and do their duty to our country... I give my gratitude and love.
Sunrise over the Foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i understand why you treasure them...and i appreciate you care for him and that family...

our voyeuristic society want to know and at times we make stories up as well if the truth is not juicy enough...sadly...i dunno, does the truth really matter...if it is being dealt with...or does it have to be public?

Kerry O'Gorman said...

I was in transit yesterday at 11:00 but my Aunt and my sisters girls and I sat and listened to the tribute on CBC radio. Then we saw 2 vintage WW2 planes fly over us and we all talked about the wars and those who died for our freedom. It's very important what you do in honoring this missing man. And to pass it all on, for everyone has a story.

Suz said...

this was wonderful
how I remember those ....
missing....the worst I think for the family
missing in action
I wish we would make more of a deal of Veterans day
and as for the political mess...
somehow I dont think most americans care anymore

Madeline's Album said...

A wonderful wonderful Veterans Day post. God bless the men and women who have served to keep this country free. May God continue to bless you and your family. Have a blessed day. Madeline

P.S. May God continue to bless the family of those you did not make it home.

Teresa Evangeline said...

I can well imagine the thrill of receiving that card. I certainly would be if I heard from James Klimo's family.