A former parishioner named Bob served in the CIA during the Cold War. Two times I asked him what he did for the CIA. Both times he smiled and said: “Paul, if I told you then I’d have to shoot ya!” Those words were followed by a hearty laugh. I got the point. I gave up my quest and didn’t ask a third time.
After the Gulf War, I spoke with a parishioner who had served in a tank on the front lines. I had prayed for him many times, was relieved when he got home safe-and-sound, and was curious to know about his experiences. He shared some things including one sad story, but I could tell he was keeping most of his feelings and memories to himself.
My father served on a mine sweeper during the Second World War. One evening we were watching a movie which included actual film clips from action in the Pacific. A small ship went across the screen. Pop jumped up and shouted gleefully “That’s my ship!” He seldom spoke of the war, though. My brothers and I never had the opportunity to learn what the experiences really meant to him.
Today a small minority of our population is involved in the defense of our country. Those of us who don’t have loved ones in the service or who don’t live near a base or fort seldom cross paths with the few who protect us. The chances to speak to a veteran or active duty member of the armed forces are few and far between.
Even with the opportunity, they may not wish to speak of their experiences…and they may not be able to speak to us.
I think the rest of us should:
- Pray for these men and women.
- Learn what we can about their lives.
- Stay abreast of the world-wide conditions that play such a large part in their duties.
- Express gratitude to them with every opportunity that presents itself.
- Express gratitude to God for their service.
– Paul Wood