Memorial Day is the day set aside to remember those who have gone, especially our veterans that have fought and died for the freedoms we have. This is the first year that I have lost someone close that I remember well.
My grandfather served in the Korean War. His main job was managing a type of general goods store. The requirement for the position was someone that didn't drink alcohol, since that fit grandpa, he got the job. If any beer was missing at the end of a shift that hadn't been sold, the person on duty had to pay for it. Knowing grandpa, I highly doubt he ever had to pay a cent.
Like many veterans, grandpa didn't talk much about his experiences in war. One thing he did say is that he was in boot camp with Elvis Presley. However, nobody liked having him around because he kept playing his guitar all the time.
There were several occasions where my grandparents would help watch me for various reasons. Unfortunately, grandpa didn't like to sit, so I taught him how to play solitaire on the computer during down times. He said that "the guys" played solitaire on the ship back from Korea, but he didn't know how to play. It's the only thing he ever learned to do on the computer, and I had to help him get it going every time, but it gave him something to pass the time when they were here.
The ultimate sacrifice though was 2000 years ago. Through Christ's death and resurrection there is a freedom that is not bound by a country's borders or laws. If we believe in Him as our Lord and Savior and are truly repentant of our sins, we will have the freedom to live with Him for eternity.
As we remember those who have gone before us, we look forward to the day when death the enemy has been conquered and all wars and suffering will cease.
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