I am grateful every day for our U.S. Military and want to honor them on Memorial Day, when we especially remember those who gave their lives to protect our country and the cause of freedom around the world. America has suffered more than 2,852,901 casualties of war since the inception of our country, and I’m sure (as a mother with a son in the military) that every death was a devastating loss. I thank God every day for my son’s safety, and for all he does—along with every other member of our armed forces— to ensure the safety of every American. As I pray for the end of the war in Ukraine, I can’t help but appreciate the peace we Americans experience at present.
I was born during the Korean War but have no memory of it. However, I was a teenager during the worst years of the Vietnam War. I remember feeling terror for the friends who were drafted. I remember being eternally grateful for Alan’s having asthma when he was drafted, because he was “4-F” (medically unfit). I never thought I’d be so happy that he suffered from such an ailment! 🙂
I went to a Christian university and remember many students who became believers during their tours of duty in Vietnam. Their lives were changed by their war experiences, and they returned to America with a deep desire to go into ministries where they could share the love of Christ as the answer to a world bent on selfishness and destruction.
But the guys never really wanted to talk about their experiences. They were too raw. Too horrible. Too confusing.
One of my friends had been a helicopter pilot. He’d been shot down 8 times and had a Purple Heart. He never wanted to talk about it, though. He wanted to talk about everything BUT the war.
My son is a dentist. He had to go through all the horrendous training, and I’m sure there were terrible things that happened I’ve never heard about, but his job has always been caring for medical and dental needs. Not shooting guns, but saving kids with dental abscesses and oral/facial injuries while black hawks circled the skies above and missiles flew. He hasn’t really told me much either.
Until my son joined the military, I was content to think of war as a necessary evil that would exist as long as nations continued to oppress other nations, but I didn’t try to understand what it was like. It was unspeakably horrible; that was enough.
However, with a son at some risk (although less now that he’s older and more involved in administrative work), and with many age-mates who are still dealing with the aftermath of being Vietnam vets, Alan and I decided to watch the Ken Burns documentary on the war in Vietnam.
This 2017 documentary received a 9.1 IMDb rating and is an in-depth study of America’s involvement in Vietnam, where we were trying to protect South Vietnam from North Vietnamese aggression and hoped to assist in the development of South Vietnam as a free democracy like South Korea.
When Alan and I visited South Vietnam a few years ago, some of the people we talked to expressed sorrow over America pulling out and leaving their country in the oppressive hands of the North Vietnamese communists. Even while we were there, the gorgeous, ancient trees lining the parks in Siagon were being chopped down to be used for building in Hanoi. So, I always felt very sad that America had given up on the fight.
However, as the war ground on for years, and tens of thousands of young Americans were killed—along with huge numbers of Vietnamese soldiers on both sides and civilians—there was tremendous resistance to the war.
Were we helping or hurting? Saving the nation or injuring the nation?
The footage is graphic and gory. The language is raw and profane. But, if you want to understand what war is like for those who are involved, this PBS mini-series (16.5 hours) gives an insight into war beyond anything I’ve personally seen or understood.
I wasn’t a protestor, trying to put flowers in gun barrels. I was an idealist who assumed that “of course” America was sacrificially trying to “save the world.” That’s what had motivated my friends to join.
But, war is never without great sin on both sides. This Memorial Day, as we’re enjoying family and friends over BBQ and watermelon, let’s remember to pray for our military and all those who’ve lost loved ones or who have loved ones risking their lives to keep us safe. Let’s pray for the morale and morality of our leaders and military personnel. And, let’s pray for an end of war. May God’s kingdom come, where the Prince of Peace will reign.
“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace… and of his kingdom there shall be no end” (Isaiah 9:6 . . . Luke 1:33).
(Except for the two photos of my son and the photo from Saigon, all the photos are from Ken Burn’s documentary, The Vietnam War.)