Several years ago I was in a play called, “Summer Tree.” The story centered around a young man who struggled with going to war in Viet Nam.  He had difficulty deciding to enlist or wait to be drafted.  Over the course of the play he talks with his parents about his future, shares his concerns with his girl friend and in the end is killed in combat.

At the time, I was about 44 years old and had a son who was 18.  I played the mother in the story.  For me to get into character was no problem. I had already experienced watching my son grow into a man.  The thought of his passing at such a young age was difficult to imagine, but portraying this mom who lost her son was more than that.  Each performance, as I became this woman, I could feel her pain and sympathize with her loss.  It physically drained me and on the evening of our final performance when the curtain came down, I actually passed out from the physical and emotional exhaustion.

I think of all the parents who have lost sons and daughters – all the sweethearts that had to move on – all the brothers and sisters of those fallen in battle and it touches my heart, not only because of the loss, but of the heroism involved.  I imagine a telegram arriving to tell of the loss of a child.  I wonder how I would react if I was on the receiving end of that message.  All of those men and women gave the supreme sacrifice for their countrymen.

Some of them returned home with artificial limbs.  Some suffered for the rest of their lives with PTSD.  Some will never be the same and many of them lose their lives.  This is reason enough to give them the honor they deserve. Anyone who is willing to put his own life on the line to sacrifice for others definitely should be given special attention.

When injustice is being done to humanity; when lives are being spent in the name of freedom; when governments become so big that they no longer include the voice of the people; the voice of conscience becomes louder and those who are listening will answer it and act upon it.

It seems quite common for rain to fall on this day.  Maybe the tears of God are being shed for those who gave their lives.  He knows what it’s like to lose a son. The tears don’t last forever though, because we know His Son conquered death and rose to life again, just as we will.

Dear, Lord, you paid the ultimate price for our eternal freedom.  You are truly our hero, because you gave your life for the salvation of the entire world.  Thank you for instilling bravery and courage into the minds of young men and women who serve our country. They are heroes, because of their unselfish acts.  Help us, as your children, to give them the honor they deserve and never hesitate to sincerely thank them for their service.    Amen!



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. This is so beautiful, Kathy. As the wife of a Marine combat veteran with PTSD, I especially appreciate this. My husband was just a teenager when he decided to enlist rather than wait to be drafted to fight in the Vietnam conflict. More than half a century later, he still suffers. He is truly my hero.

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  2. Hello, Thank you so much for this tribute. My Stepfather was in Viet Nam and he still shows signs of PTSD (used to be”shell shock”). I have three (out of five) sons who served and I am blessed to have them all home. Two of them do suffer from PTSD, but are generally doing well. You post reminds me of John 15:13-14, 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. Jesus is our ultimate hero because He is our Savior. I hope and pray that this Memorial Day many people realize that men and women gave their lives for our freedom. I also pray for many people to realize their salvation during this time as Christ (Who has no sin) dies in our place for our sins. Blessings and honor, Christine C Sponsler

    PS: I cannot find your book on Amazon. Please advise.

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  3. Kathy, your words are reverent and fitting in their message. This morning I walked out to a nearby cemetery (about an hour’s walk), and some of my thoughts mirrored a few of yours. Seeing the small American flags scattered throughout reminded me of the sacrifices endured by all.

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