One of the defining characteristics of this season of my life has been a renewed appreciation for WW2 veterans. Ever since Ann & I watched the Band of Brothers mini-series, my heart has been moved by what men endured for the sake of one another and the nation. Of course you learn as you go through that men are much less likely to have abstract notions on their minds, and much more likely to die for their buddy next to them. But in either case, they were eager initially to sign up for the "privilege" of fighting for their country. Since watching the series, I've read both the book on which the series was based and an autobiography by one of the men who was in Easy Company (Donald Malarkey).
This is Memorial Day weekend, a day when we commemorate those who gave their lives in service to our country. We are showing a video in our services tomorrow that highlights the sacrifices made by the families of those who have died. The first time I watched it, I was deeply moved. The second time was no different. Yet they put it right before I have to preach. Not fair!
When you watch or read stories about men who endured what they did at Bastogne, you cannot help but wonder what you value that much. What is there that you would endure bitter cold, frostbite, gunfire, artillery, mortar bombardment, hunger, loneliness, and watching guys die next to you for? What is really that important to you? These men are rightly deemed heroes. But I wonder if the opportunity came to all of us, how many of us would rise to the occasion?
I have mixed feelings about this. Because some days I desperately hope I get my chance. But most days I hope I never have to find out.
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