I have a memorial set up for all the service members in our family that were involved with wars over the years.
My Uncles Sid and Bruce Nickerson were in the U.S. Army in World War II. Sid was a great mean lean fighting machine in Panama, as an MP he must have struck fear in a lot of drunken sailors! Bruce fought in the South Pacific and mentions Papua New Guiniea..
My husband Fred C. Temps joined the Navy in 1952 to avoid the draft and being sent to Korea.
He served all four years in the states with never setting foot on a ship.
My older brother, Leon A. Stemler joined the Army and went to France in the mid 1950’s and played trumpet in the touring band.
My nephew Leon F. Stemler was in the Army but escaped from having to be sent to George W. Bush’ war in Iraq.
Private J. Suppe, the maternal grandfather of my husband was the only one who died at the front in World War i, having been sent by the Kaiser off to the Russian front, and never to be returned. There was never any confermation of his death either, just blank silence.
Every Memorial Day our high school band went to the Brentwood cemetary and played taps. I was the echo.
In Lafayette, Ca near the BART station there is a hill with over 4,000 white crosses. They symbolize our losses in Iraq and Afghanistan from our “police” actions. All we can do is feel sad for our losses and mistakes, but maybe we have realized that we are not always responsible for the defense of liberty in the world, and the ballot box may be the preferred way to settle matters.