Thoughts on Memorial Day / One Small Stone

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Bits and pieces from various articles I wrote concerning Memorial Day:

Much like we are advised to “hate the sin, but love the sinner”, so we may hate the war, but we must honor and respect the soldier. After all, he or she may take a bullet that otherwise had our name on it!

War is human stupidity at its most extreme. It is sad that certain of us believe we have the right to control, and destroy, the lives of others. Here in the USA, and most countries of the world today, the psychopaths who yearn for power are more-or-less under control. Unfortunately, this is not the case everywhere, (Hello North Korea!), and so we must expend time and energy maintaining armed forces.

I’m not a violent person, but if I had a family member coming home after being killed in a conflict overseas, and some mentally disturbed individuals insulted his or her memory, ( Hello Westboro Baptist Church!), well …. I don’t know. I hope I’m never put in that position. Freedom of speech should not extend to intentionally provoking violence.

Let’s say a prayer for the families of those who made the ultimate sacrifice, and give praise to God that the vast majority of human beings are decent, sane, loving beings.

I wrote the following little “story” about a small marker in a cemetery marking the grave of a dead child. My intent was to tie in this most tragic of events with Memorial Day, and with the message that despite appearances, God does not make mistakes.


One Small Stone

It’s a little stone for a little body. You came into this earth with busted lungs. You never could breathe too well, and sometime on that cold night three months later your exhausted body gave up the fight. You’re at peace now.

Your oldest brother carried a lock of your baby hair with him when they shipped him overseas. We believe it kept him safe, and brought him back to us, alive and well, after the fighting ended. His son, his grandson, and now his great-granddaughter have always remembered to put a flag beside your marker to acknowledge that it was you, not he, who appeased the Angel of Death that year.

Not all soldiers who make that ultimate sacrifice carry a weapon, or camp on a battlefield.