Every November 11th our nation observes Veterans Day to honor those who served in the Armed Forces of the United States of America. World War I officially ended with the Treaty of Versailles signed June 28, 1919. However, the fighting ceased or armistice went into effect the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918. The first observance was November 11, 1919 and called Armistice Day. In 1954, the name was changed to Veterans Day to remember American veterans of all wars.
My uncle, Howard Owens, was a casualty of the Vietnam War serving as a medic in the United States Army. I was nine years old when he was killed and my memories are sketchy. But through my Momma and newspaper articles, I fathom the depth of his sacrifice. Uncle Howard was the youngest of the family, my Momma’s baby brother. He enlisted at eighteen years old after graduation from Mt. Pisgah High School in 1966. August 21, 1968, he wrote that he had only 101 days left in Vietnam. He had limited time. Because of his death September 21, 1968, he was awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star for heroic achievement posthumously. He sacrificed a chance to marry or raise a family, but with a heart of gold, he made the ultimate sacrifice of his life to afford us the freedoms we now enjoy.
On tomorrow, as we recognize the sacrificial acts of all servicemen, make sure to pray and lift up the men, women, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles both living and dead that have diligently served. Lift those who have left their homes and families to go around the globe to fight for our freedom. Don’t forget the price that they paid nor the sacrifices made, the years, tears and fears of their families. They were killed, wounded, bruised and disabled for our peace in the service of our country.
Sounds like Calvary to me.
Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Philippians 2:6-8
Jesus, the only begotten son of God, left His throne in Glory, became a man, and will be a man throughout eternity. At the age of twelve, He was in the temple, doing His Father’s business. His brief ministry was spent healing the sick, raising the dead, and performing miracles. He lived a short limited life in the eyes of most but He impacted eternity. He was marched from judgement hall to judgement hall and to Calvary He was led. From the sixth to the ninth hour He hung bled and died. His wounds, bruises and stripes paid the price for our sins, sickness, deliverance and peace. He died and was resurrected and now sits at the right hand of the Father making intercession for us. We lift Him for the world to see that He lived, died, rose and He is coming back again for a glorious church. He did it for us and we say thank you. We will never forget.
Harriet Noel Jones