A Veteran's Journey

I posted this Memorial Day blog last year. I’m reposting it because… well… it speaks volumes of how I feel about Memorial Day as a Navy veteran.

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I didn’t know him personally, but he was my father’s best friend during World War II. They shared many hard and challenging times together, but also found time for a few laughs along the way. Such is the way with combat veterans. My father never talked about Kad, but he wrote about him in his diary. After many years of searching, I was able to find his family and let them know that Kad was a hero to my dad.

I didn’t know them personally, but they were from my hometown and attended Gainesville High School, graduating a few years before me. Several times a year, our local Vietnam Veterans of America chapter gathers at their graveside to honor these fallen friends: Marcus, Freddy, Alton, and Tommy.

I didn’t know him personally, but I was there when he died on the flight deck of USS Kitty Hawk during Westpac ‘75. It’s not something one forgets. During an aircraft crash, you have to stay focused and do your job to help keep everyone else safe, dealing with the emergency as best you can. I know many of my veteran friends know exactly what I’m talking about. You react, based on your instinct and training. Andrew was just doing his job, the same as the rest of us, but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was a fellow shipmate.

I didn’t know him personally, but I knew of him. He was my son’s age. I know his parents—we attend the same church and in the same Sunday school class. When I ride or walk by his memorial on the church grounds, I always pause for a moment and say a quick prayer. Chris was an Army infantryman who was killed in action in Baghdad.  Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. [John 15:3]

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I don’t know about you, but as I grow older, Memorial Day has greater meaning to me. There’s a deeper feeling of patriotism, a deeper emotion of people who have gone on, and a deeper respect for those who served (even though they’re still with us).

I can’t help but think of my father, A. Z. Adkins, Jr., who served with the 80th Infantry Division during WWII, fighting in Europe. He made it back, but so many of his buddies didn’t. I think of Dr. Rufus K. Broadaway who served with the 82nd Airborne and dropped in behind enemy lines the early morning of June 6, 1944, landing in an apple tree. He made it back, too. I married his daughter.

When I was younger, I know Memorial Day was important to my father, and I’m sure to Becky’s dad, too. As a kid, while our parents wanted us to know about the war, they didn’t want us to worry. I’m sure they spent a little quiet time on Memorial Day thinking about those men they served with who didn’t make it back.

My mom once told me that before she met my father (they met after the war), she had written letters to a lot of soldiers who were friends from high school and college. Many didn’t come back. I’m sure she also spent a little quiet time on Memorial Day.

This year, 2021, we are in a different, unprecedented situation. Normally, there would be thousands of ceremonies around the country, remembering loved ones, friends, colleagues, and unknown soldiers. However, because of COVID-19, those “normal” ceremonies won’t be normal. Not yet. We’re getting there… and I pray, soon.

Instead, there will be different types of ceremonies, but we will remember–we will always remember. Veterans and families will still be out there, paying tribute to their fallen brothers, family members, and even strangers who gave their all.

I know I always take time during the day, like I’ve done for the past 40+ years, to remember the sacrifices our soldiers & sailors made in order for us to preserve our freedoms. I hope that you’ll find a little quiet time to remember and Never Forget.

All gave some, some gave all.
Fair Winds and Following Seas. We Have the Watch.

Stay safe, my friends.

Until we meet again,
Andy