This is the third entry in a series;
The first one I posted was May 28 this year using an excerpt from a little book, titled STRENGTH FOR SERVICE TO GOD AND COUNTRY. This was my Dad’s book when he was in the service.
Inside the front cover on the right facing page is the following. It has Presented to and my Dad’s name hand written, and By with the name of a Minister in the same hand writing, the name of a church, which was rubber stamped, and Date July 9, 1943 again in the same hand writing.
The blog I posted May 28, 2007 is titled GOD AND COUNTRY…TWO WORLDS, and is on this space.
The second one I posted September 12 of this year to commemorate September 11 (known now as simply 911).
As with the other entrees, I find this provocative and interestingly timely. I believe it is my duty as an American to remember, and not just that, to be a patriot. To me, being a patriot means giving to the many one’s service, and if required, one’s life. I have tried to do this, as my father before me did. I know many people in and previously in the armed forces, and my hat’s off to them, all of them! The one’s who saw combat, the one’s who served in other ways to support our freedom, from the heroes celebrated, to the women who built the planes that were instrumental in winning WW II, to all the family and friends who have and do serve and sacrifice. Hats off to you!
To all those who have served this great country (and all our allies), and the freedom we enjoy, and yes take for granted, and could loose so damn easily!
As usual, I have done my best to transcribe this work accurately. I hope I did an adequate job of it.
I hope we are heading into a lasting peace, but fear we are into a drunken and stupid time…I know the guns will never stop in this life, but I still wish it.
What do you think?
Now for today’s entry…
Read—John 14:15-31 Armistice Day———————————————–November 11
WHEN THE GUNS STOP
They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks,–Micah 4:3.
To most men is service the time visualized by Micah seems a long way off. Even the day when the present war will end seems to be endlessly distant. Yet will it come sooner, perhaps, than any of us anticipate. It might be well to be spiritually ready for the let-down that the armistice will bring.
I was in France about eight kilometers behind the front lines when World War I stopped. My brother and I took a walk out into the countryside in the Argonne Forest. We came upon a bonfire about two miles out of town, there being no further need for a blackout. The boys around the fire were singing hymns. The chaplain led in prayer, and then gave a short message telling the soldiers what peace could mean. We left that scene of peace and good fellowship with "Blest be the tie that binds" ringing in our ears.
Back in town, however, the cafes were full; and drunken soldiers were spewed out on the sidewalk. We saw one man with his head cut open—not by an enemy bullet but by a beer bottle in the hands of an inebriated friend. Perhaps the pattern for the twenty-year peace was from the fabric of that celebration.
When peace comes it will be either a prayer-meeting peace or a drunken peace. It will either have in it the elements of good will and understanding of the needs of all people, or be stupid and bestial. The latter will result in a brief armistice; the former may result in a world wherein dwelleth righteousness.
Although now we be men of war, our Father, Thou knowest that we would rather be men of peace. Help us to learn to love one another. Help us to walk in the footsteps of our peace-loving Prince of Peace. In His Name. Amen.
Norman E Nygaard, Chaplain, Lockheed Overseer