What Memorial Day means to me!
Sunday, May 27, 2018
I remember the call like it was yesterday, I answer the phone and I said, "Hello." I hear my son yelling, his voice loud and different. "Hey Mom, I had to call you, Cause I am still alive and I wanted to tell you that I love you!" "I love you too son, very much, why are you yelling and what do you mean because you are still alive!" He went on to tell me that his Humvee and one other hit IED's and he had a concussion and loss of hearing, but was going back out. This was days before Christmas. A few days later, the guys in his squad were lined up to say hi to their adopted mom, I had sent Santa hats and other goodies for the squad. One of the young men, his name was Michael, got on and went on and on about the goodies, and the special card sent to each of my newly adopted sons. He said he was so thankful and would forever call me mom. Made me feel happy. He was use to that, my son and him went through boot camp together. One of the boys, named Aaron, lost his mom a few years before high school was out. To him, I did become mom. And every phone call after, those boys were there to say HI, mom! The squad even took a picture with those hats on for me!
Well, the war went on, this group was in a place called the triangle. Extremely rough. I longed for the phone calls. This group was blown up four times there. The Humvee was named "Ducktape." It didn't survive all four times.
Valentine's Day came, and I received the worse phone call ever. "Mom we were blown up today." He was crying. I start crying. "Mom I held him in my arms, as he lay dying. They tried to take me away, but I would not move." " Who babe, who." I found myself whispering, because I wasn't prepared to hear the name. It was Michael.
Aaron, had severe wounds to his leg, needing several surgeries. My son was thrown out from the explosion. Later to find out, he had a gun shot to his bulletproof vest, metal burned his neck from the shrapnel. It was also in the vest. He lost his hearing completely and has to wear hearing aids. He had head wounds so badly he was forced to get out of the Marines, because he can't have anymore damage to his head. BUT,
he was alive. Living on 100% disability him and Aaron. But they are alive. They have not celebrated a Valentines Day since. A memorial was built for Michael, with a beautiful plaque in a VFW park close to my son, so that people can go and celebrate his life. His love for his Country. What a wonderfully loving and caring young man he was. Just out of high school.
I was the daughter of an Army man. I was the wife of an Air Force man, he served 12 years, and I was a mom of 3 sons that served during that war. Army, Air Force, and Marines. My marine son married an Army lady. Service to the country runs thick in this family.
Memorial Day means so much to me. A day to remember all those that fight and have Died for our country. I will never forget.