I spent Thursday through Sunday working on my front porch. Put up the guard rail and such. Our latest book, Grandma’s A Snowbird, has made it onto Amazon for sale. I ordered a few copies for Kathleen’s art shows at the Olympia Farmers’ Market, the Hartstine Island Market, and the Olympia Comic Festival next weekend.
Now, about Memorial Day (today). This is the Day we honor all those who made the ultimate sacrifice serving this great country in both wartime and peacetime. I am lucky in that I can’t think of any of my family who served in the Armed Forces who didn’t come back. There were a few high school guys who didn’t make it, though.
My wife’s godfather “Uncle” Roy McCotter was a remarkable gentleman. He was an officer in the Navy during World War II. During the last part of his career he served with my future father-in-law George E. Bein. Uncle Roy was in the Philippines when the Islands fell to the Japanese. Uncle Roy survived the Bataan Death March and time in captivity in a Japanese forced labor slave camp in Japan. Although he survived, a part of him died during captivity. Many, many of his fellow Americans (and Filipinos) perished in the march and in captivity. We must never forget the hells of war, especially when we surrender and lose…
I was stationed aboard the USS Nimitz (then CVAN-68, now CV-68) just after commissioning. While I didn’t work on the flight deck (I was a computer/electronics guy) I did know a few flight deck personnel. Unfortunately, I did know the first fatal casualty on the flight deck, Airman Craig Hinkle, killed in an accident with an aircraft being launched. What were the chances, with all the hundreds of guys working on the flight deck that I would know the first accident victim? Or any victim for that matter? Fast forward a few years and I am down in sickbay getting my physical to muster out at the end of my six years. My physical exam was cut short by a flight deck emergency… an unfortunate accident of a flight deck crewman getting sucked into an A-7 jet engine. I did not know him, but I got a close up view on the gurney of the mess that created.
My final words: I thank God I was able to serve my country and return safely. And I honor all of the families who have had to give up their loved ones who sacrificed their lives so we can all live in freedom in the United States of America.