Memorial Day
Rev LTC Hap Arnold, CA ANG USAF Retired
Tomorrow is Memorial Day, a day set aside to
remember those members of our Armed Forces who This is not a day to thank a veteran, probably it is the
only day of the year that it is not the day for that. All veterans heard the country’s call and answered. They were not those who would not
hear. But, those of us here today
are the fortunate ones, for whatever reason we made it back. In my case after 30 years and two
weeks of military service with the Navy and Air Force, thirty percent of the
people I flew with did not make it back one way or the other. They are the ones we remember today,
they paid the entire bill for our freedom. Well, maybe not all the cost.
When we think of Memorial Day, we remember the young
men and women who since the beginning of this great nation answered the call of
freedom when our country was in peril, rode into battle and did not
return. We honor those who lost
their lives in training, transit and combat. But, we often forget the families they left behind; mothers,
fathers, wives and husbands, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters. Each of them bore a portion of the cost
of freedom. This cost is not a one
shot deal. Those who remain behind
pay every day of their time left here on earth. The cost of freedom is high, very high. It is just cheaper than not being
free. But, it is payable on
demand.
If you want to know what freedom costs, ask our
Presiding Bishop. Jerry Ogles younger brother Kenneth Wayne Ogles joined
the National Guard at age 17 and immediately transferred to the active Army’s
First Cavalry Division. He wanted
to make a difference, to do his duty to God and Country and protect the
innocent people of South Vietnam.
Ken was killed in action on 16 February 1967, in the Ia Drang
Valley, in the Binh Dinh Province, South Vietnam, with the First Platoon of C
Company, the First Battalion of the 8th Cavalry, First Cavalry
Division at the age of 19. There
is not a day that has gone by in the intervening 47 years that Jerry and his
family did not measure the cost of freedom. Remember Kenneth the next time someone wants you to give a
little freedom for the promise of safety or comfort.
I do not know how many ways to say it, but FREEDOM IS
NOT FREE; it is the most costly commodity on this earth, except for not being
free. That costs more.
ALMIGHTY God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living
and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down
their lives in the service of our country. Grant to them thy mercy and the
light of thy presence, that the good work which thou hast begun in them may be
perfected; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord. Amen.
It seems to me that Memorial Day
is one of the saddest days of our year.
This is not because of the cost to our country, in particular the
families who remain behind, though that cost is huge. The reason the day so sad is that the people have absolutely
no feeling for the cost of the freedom they value so little today.
Our country is free today because
when our freedom has been threatened by those who would overturn our way of
life, patriots stepped forward to take action against our country’s foes. They put their lives on the line that
we might be free. Tomorrow on
Memorial Day, we remember those whose lives were given, whose families paid the
price for our freedom today. They
did not give their lives for anything but freedom. If you ascribe their motives to other motives, you do so at
your own peril.
Hundreds of thousands have given
their future and the futures of their families’ for ours. Charge your glass, raise it high. Drink to them. Give thanks to God for their patriotism
and steadfast courage.
A final note to each of you
veterans reading this report, each of you stepped forward when the country
called. You heard the call others
could not.
We are the lucky ones, we are
here. We must never forget the
cost of freedom, dearly paid by those who have gone before us.
To my fellow veterans, I thank
each of you for stepping forward and I am grateful you are all here with me to
remember.
No comments:
Post a Comment