Good Evening It’s Memorial Weekend

Brandon's FunrealIt is Friday night and I am writing my first blog ever, I know right the 21st century way of communicating and giving advice or whatnots.  I remember as a child the newspapers would publish Dear Abby articles and people actually read them, there were also editorial and other advice columns. In today’s world it is all social media and internet based information, some you can trust, while others are a little sketchy.

Tonight I am going to talk about Memorial Weekend and what it mean actually means to many Americans. Believe it or not it is more than weekend cookouts, bonfires, and lake parties; it means some solider, marine, airman, or sailor lost their life so we could be free to do all the things that we love to do, or don’t do the things we do not like to do. FREEDOM is not FREE. It comes at a high cost for many family members that will never see their loved one again.

I am a spouse of a Retired Disabled Army Veteran and I greatly respect all military personnel. My husband was fortunate to return home from Iraq, while others in his unit were not as lucky. He was a Combat Medic and he saw more things than other soldiers, yet he had to remain calm and focus on his duties. As a spouse I became friends with other spouses in my neighborhood and we like all people like to have our cookouts and parties, but to us there was more meaning behind them.

1511017_1068140596548681_5280844997318358570_nOne year it really hit home for me when my former neighbor and very close friend lost her husband in Iraq, just two weeks before heading home to complete his 2nd tour of duty.  He had one more patrol to do, and he would be boarding a plane to the in-between place of Kuwait, there he would debrief and relax and become “normal” again before heading back to American soil, back to his family, his wife and four kids. That day did not come for him or his family. He was Killed in Action  just hours before his duty ended, his tank hit an IED (Improvised Explosive Device) killing him instantly. March 21,2011 Brandon Hocking perished in a sandy desert land far from home.

Brandon, was not only a father, he was a husband, son, brother, friend and solider. he loved his country and choose to fight the war of terrorism for all of us to be continue o be free.  When I received the call that nobody  wants to receive my heart dropped and I immediately went to her and her family. I could not say that I knew what she was going through because heavens knows I did not, but could imaging the hurt, the sadness and most of all I could imagine the unbelief that was obviously was going through her mind. The “no it cannot be my husband”, or “I just spoke with him, he is on his way back”, or even, “How do you know for sure it was my husband”? I would have thought the same thing, it would be hard to believe that it was your spouse that had not returned alive from war. it is always someone elses’  not someone you know especially “your” husband. Yet, it was her husband, he was gone and he was not returning to her or the children. He was returning in coffin that would be carried by fellow soldiers. A task no one wants I am sure.

See Memorial Day means so much more to me and to her for this very reason. It began with the Revolutionary War, of military dying so he people could be free, and it continues today in the 21st century. I am not opposed to war, nor do I like it; I just know it is a fact of life and without war there would not be order to a sense and without order we have anarchy and that is not good either. So, before you fire up the grill, or drop the boat into the water, member all those that have died so you could have the freedom to do all these things.Brandon Tree

……And  keep in mind those idiots, yes I said idiots that burn the American flag, or do not pledge the Allegiance to the flag, or even those that simply do not remove their hats during the time of the National Anthem, or pledge; they ironically have those freedoms because someone fought and some died for that right.

All Gave Some, but Some Gave All.

Thank You to all that gave their life so I can live mine. (This even includes Jesus Christ)