Yesterday, my husband and I took our kids to a Memorial Day service at the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery in Killeen, Texas (near Fort Hood). There wasn’t enough seating so many of us had to stand. When the National Anthem began to play, these veterans in front of me snapped to attention.
After the speech, I saw this disabled veteran proudly walking around with his adorable little granddaughter (or great-granddaughter) and he allowed me to take a picture of them.
The ceremony concluded with the dedication of the 2013 memorial slate which listed the names of those Texans who died last year, followed by a 21-gun salute and Taps. I spent some time among the mourners, reading the plaques of the memorial. I snapped a few more pictures, then turned to see my son with a solemn face and eyes reddened by the effort of fighting back tears as he watched those in attendance mourn the loss of a loved one.
“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” ~ Arthur Ashe
In honor of my late grandfather, Joseph Lutz, who served in WWII and my children’s “adoptive” grandfather (Veteran’s Day: A Tribute to Peepaw) Donald Morrison who also served in WWII.