Christmas, 58 years and counting years ago
As we approach the annual Christmas season there's time for joy, anticipation, and time for reflection.
Our nation is at war, like it or not, and the winds of war will blow more fiercely as months go by.
Those of the so-called "greatest generation" fully support President George W. Bush and the nation's action, but are not pleased to see armed conflict. They know, better than all, the cost of war. They know that it never becomes only a push button conflict. Young Americans must occupy territory, armed with rifle and bayonet. That thought isn't pleasant.
Those old veterans realize that young people fight a war. Old folks choose up sides, but young people become in harm's way.
Those who were there back in '44 vividly recall that Christmas season. They don't want Americans to experience it again.
It was cold, foggy, dreary weather with snow crunching underfoot and men attempting to keep warm in shallow foxholes while being shot at.
They were young and it was their first time away from home for most. They were in enemy territory, faced with overwhelming odds from a foe who was better equipped and better acquainted with the territory.
For far too many, it not only was their first Christmas away from home but their last Christmas.
The gospel passage, "I bring you tidings of great joy" did not escape them, for they were with comrades who had become family. There is no deeper bond than the one formed by those who served together in combat.
They were not alone. Comrades became family. The bond continues to this day when veterans meet for reunions.
Many died during World War II, Korea, Vietnam, and other conflicts. Even more WWII veterans died later. Most are gone. But those remaining find joy in celebrating the Christmas season with family and friends. And their comrades will not be forgotten, especially at Christmas time when snow is on the ground, sounds are clear, the wind stings your cheeks, and acrid odors of war bother the mind.
— BILL MEYER
