Flowers for the brave

Linda and I were buying flowers a short time ago and an elderly man who was in front of me at the register turned at said, "pray for our soldiers."

It occurred to me that he was probably in a war many years ago, but I was silent, knowing that if a complete stranger had gone out of his way to talk, then I would listen to what he had to say. He continued with, you know, prayers are heard. Yes, I believe they are I said. He continued that our men have it tough over there right now.

How true. How true it is that we still do not have peace on earth and good will toward men. Someday our prayers will be heard. It just was not meant to be like this. Memorial Day will be upon us soon. Parties are being planned. People will visit grave sights of loved ones and bring potted plants. My dad was a veteran and my first husband as well.

No one wants their little boys to grow up to be soldiers, not ever. Soldiers translate to courage for which we will be ever grateful. Facing the enemy, whether in combat or just having served during a time of war overseas, required all the strength these men could muster and we are the better for their service.

The acts of bravery are not all recorded but it goes without saying that "Thank You" will never be enough for what they did for their brother. I will stand and applaud your spirit and whether your still here or gone to your rest, remain eternally grateful remembering all you did for the cause of freedom. Freedom comes at a price.

The old man had a message for me. God hears prayers, so don't forget, they didn't. The world is a better place because these men had the courage to stand up to the enemy at all costs. I won't forget.