As a child in school I always hated returning to school at the end of summer vacation. There was always at least one teacher that always required us to write an essay on “What I did on My Summer Vacation”! Or there was the inevitable end of school report that was “What Memorial Day Means to Me”. I know that you all know the drill and experienced the same type of assignments during your school years. I am no longer in school and no longer requested to write such articles but wanted to share with you an event I witnessed last week. So after all those years of not wanting to write the “what it means” essays, here is my true story.
Last week as I returning from a business trip, the passengers from our flight gathered around the luggage carrousel to pick up our luggage. As we waited, I noticed a young soldier dressed in full battle dress uniform, patiently waiting with us. He may have been 18 or 20, but I doubt he was much older, a mere child but a soldier all the same. By his side was either a girlfriend or young wife, clinging ever so close to him. I was struck by how young they both looked and thought about what he was doing, for all of us, for our freedom. I thought that he probably was home on leave and was probably destined to deploy soon, like so many others.
As all these thoughts, and even more of a grimmer nature, ran through my head, another young man, probably in his late 20’s or early 30’s, walked up to the soldier and shook hands. It wasn’t the greeting of two old friends or brothers, but one of introduction. The older of the two was dressed in summer casual shorts and a t-shirt but I noticed he had a winning smile and a military hair cut, he was wearing a full leg brace and was walking with a pronounced limp with the aid of cane. A conversation ensued, I wasn’t close enough to hear any of it and wasn’t really interested in what they had to say, but at the end I heard the older say, “I don’t want to bum you out man, but it is really a bad place you are headed.” My deployment thoughts were confirmed. It was obviously one soldier speaking to another. His statement was loud enough that obviously others that were waiting nearby heard the comment.
An older gentleman, probably 70+ was standing just in front of the threesome. I am sure he must have heard that final statement, as he quickly turned around and shook hands with the two younger men. At the end of this banter, the injured soldier shook hands with the older gentleman and said “I know what I went through over there was nothing compared to the big war you were in. I just want to thank you for the job you did.”
The older gentleman smiled and made a reply. I didn’t hear his statement but would like to think he thanked the injured soldier for his job and hope that he wished the younger soldier well as they shook hands and he returned to his waiting post. As he turned to walk away, the injured soldier said. “Thanks again, Old Soldier” and saluted. The older gentleman, soldier, didn’t return the salute but I noticed he stood just a little taller and a little prouder.
It was a private conversation that I had privy to just the ending but felt so honored to be in the presence of such great men. Having been married to a military man for nearly 40 years, it touches me to see the caring and respect given to the brethren of warriors, regardless of their age or place in life.
This three or so minutes of conversation would have made the most wonderful essay of my school career if I had the privilege of seeing it and understanding it in time to write it. I hope what I have written about what I witnessed last week touches you as much as it did me.! Of all my years, and all the Memorial Days, all the 4th of July’s I have spent, I have never witnessed the true meaning of these holidays. With Memorial Day soon approaching, I would like for everyone to be reverent and think about the true meaning of this holiday. It isn’t about the first day of summer, the picnics, family reunions and camp outs. It isn’t about time off work or the ability to take the kids on a trip because it is summer vacation, but it is a time to remember those who gave the ultimate for our freedom and way of life.
God Bless America!
Kathy Durmon
May 24, 2007