Regardless of WHICH war we think about today..the first, the second, war in this country, war overseas…I can’t help but think about those who are surrounded by war every day. Those surrounded by fear every day.
I’ve taken some time to think about their families today…while thinking about my own. The risks these people take to serve in any country…not everyone has that little bit of hero in them. Those that do, enlist fearlessly to do things they will try to forget while we remember.
My grandfather Sam Burke secretly enlisted underage to become a transportation sergeant stationed in England. He served in the driving pool and supply, driving officers around and moving dry goods to different locations. He didn’t enlist to be part of a combat mission on the front lines , but their were several times where he had no choice. His brothers, my great Uncle Sol and Uncle Ben were in the Air Force, and great Uncle Dave was in the Navy.
The best part of his story, I think…is what happened four years after he was discharged. It’s a story that I heard sitting in my grandparents condo in Florida when my sister and I were visiting from Toronto on March Break in high school.
As my grandfather , (‘Zaidy’ as we called him) snuck us chocolates of all varieties while my grandmother (‘Bubbie’), wasn’t looking—they told us the story of how many times Lillian, my grandmother said NO before giving the man that would become the love of her life the time of day. One night, he somehow whisked her away from the man she was seeing for a dance and won her heart forever. Persistence…a heroic quality both on and off the battlefield.
Thinking of my Zaidy today.
Thinking of the families that are trying to move on without a loved one.
Lest we forget.