Monday was Veterans Day and I loved seeing all of the past memories of posts that I had made to commemorate the day on Facebook pop up on my phone. Of course, most of those posts were about my Grandpa as he was my American hero, but there were some from elementary Veterans Day programs of long ago. My favorite was of Meg at Milford. She was asked by Paula to be a part of the white table ceremony. The ceremony was always wonderful, but that picture made me laugh. I knew that Meg and Gabrielle had gotten into an argument right before it started. Since Gabrielle had always put the hat on the table, Meg wanted to do it that year and got mad when Gabrielle said no. Twenty-three year old Meg does now realize how tone deaf she was at the time as that was Todd Fiscus’ hat and the girls always put it on the table to remember their dad.
Because of the importance of the holiday in our family, I made sure to thank the army veteran in Bible study yesterday morning for his service. He always proudly wore his army hat to our meetings and talked about his time in the service. He was a little bit surprised when I approached him, but soon started telling me about his time in Germany fifteen years after World War II while the country was rebuilding. He also couldn’t believe that his service in Vietnam had ended over fifty years ago. He thanked me for thinking of him.
My conversation with my fellow Bible study member was brief, but it brought back a flood of memories of sitting in my grandpa’s garage listening to his own war stories. I smiled all the way home, thinking of those days and my Grandpa’s proud days in the army. I will forever miss hearing him tell me stories, but will be incredibly thankful for the multitude that he shared with me. I believe that it bonded us in a way that not many will ever understand.
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