I passed through a public gathering of military men of all ages and ranks today as I made my way to work on my bicycle. I wished not to dishonour anyone stood in the morning sun so I passed through the groups of men in a gentle spirit. Do I even deserve to be among such men who volunteered to die or at least knowing that’s the big bill and that the postman could pop it through the letterbox at any point. But then what could I boast if I had all the bravery under the sun and yet dying a stranger to Christ, it would profit me nought. I made my way through the collective of black
green and blue berets worn by young and old troops each with their own account in silence.
We never spoke a word to each other but the
gentleman who has gone before us silently
present assured us of His victory and the sting of death was the greatest stranger even though the guns were silent. May God be with us.
very touching xx
I passed through a public gathering of military men of all ages and ranks today as I made my way to work on my bicycle. I wished not to dishonour anyone stood in the morning sun so I passed through the groups of men in a gentle spirit. Do I even deserve to be among such men who volunteered to die or at least knowing that’s the big bill and that the postman could pop it through the letterbox at any point. But then what could I boast if I had all the bravery under the sun and yet dying a stranger to Christ, it would profit me nought. I made my way through the collective of black
green and blue berets worn by young and old troops each with their own account in silence.
We never spoke a word to each other but the
gentleman who has gone before us silently
present assured us of His victory and the sting of death was the greatest stranger even though the guns were silent. May God be with us.
Thanks for sharing this again about my favorite Marine, my dad–I miss that “armchair politician with a dagger wit”!