Today is Veterans Day in the United States. My dad and my uncle (my dad’s brother) were both in the service during WWII. My dad was in the Air Force and my uncle was in the Army Air Corps. My dad wanted to fly, but his eyes were not good enough to pass the tests, so he became a Link Trainer instructor. My uncle was shot down over the ocean and managed to survive and be rescued.
Neither my dad nor my uncle ever talked about their service, other than to say they were proud of serving their country during a time of need.
Veterans day is always on November 11. WWII ended on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. On this special November day, I am grateful to all of the men and women who have fought, and continue to fight, for the freedoms we enjoy as a nation. So many have sacrificed their lives to keep us free and safe. And so many continue to put their lives on the line for our country and many others.
I fervently hope that one day, all nations will be peaceful and prosperous–that no one will be hungry or homeless or without clean drinking water. I’ve been hoping these things my whole life, but sometimes it seems like an impossible dream. I do what I can–contribute what I can, and I know others do the same. I just don’t understand why it doesn’t seem to get much better… I am so fortunate to have been born here, but I know that God could have placed me somewhere else where life is full of poverty, fear, and constant danger.
I am thankful today that people from all countries can share their stories like this. Maybe this kind of dialogue will help to bring us closer together.