Remembering the sacrifice
Fellow writer Glynis Belec writes about her father and his comrades from the Royal Marine Association. Charlie, one of the men in their group who has lived in a nursing home for years didn’t know them anymore though his fellow comrades visited him whenever they could.
We who have never been through war may never know just how hard it was for the men who fought, how they would have had to stick together just to make it through a day of battle. Glynis says,
I am so moved by that dedication and love for fellow man. It didn’t die on the battle field or surface once a year…these valiant Royal Marines (yes dad, I am saluting!) kept on giving and making time and caring for their comrade to the end. What an example.
Go here to read the rest of her post and to listen to a song dedicated to the men who died that we might be free.
Hey Carolyn. You are a sweetheart. Thanks for your kind words. I am going tomorrow to the Cenotaph in London and I will do so with my Dad by my side. I will cherish the moment for I know not how much longer I will be able to do this. Thanks for the encouragement. I praise God for every breath!
You’re welcome, Glynis.
My father was called up near the end of the war. He attended reserve training, but the war was over before he finished the program. He might not have had to go since he was running his parents’ farm at the time, and food production was deemed an essential service.