It may be a whimsical thought, but on a quiet, rainy Memorial Day like this one, I feel like God is shedding tears for His fallen soldiers.
Because of the off and on afternoon rain, I was only able to display my flag for a couple of cloudy but dry hours. I guess it’s the thought that counts.
Last night, as I was taking my flag down in preparation for going to bed, I noticed a middle-aged man watching me. I smiled and said hello.
He smiled back, pulled his ball-cap off, then walked closer. His words really touched me. He said, “It makes my heart happy to see respect given to the flag.”
Then he glanced around the campground, adding, “Too many people these days see the flag as just another decoration for the holiday weekend.”
We chatted for a few minutes about Memorial Day and our family military backgrounds. His Dad had been a Vietnam Vet and he, himself had served in Iraq.
I told him my Dad had served active duty in the Navy in WW2, one of my sons in the Army 82nd Airborne, and I had a grandson currently in the Navy, serving on a submarine.
His smiled broadened in approval and I understood as he re-donned his US NAVY ball-cap.
Thanking him for his service, I headed into my RV for the night. I considering my day greatly enriched by the exchange. I’m thinking maybe he did too. 🇺🇸