Nine years! It hardly seems possible that it has been that long since the attack on the Twin Towers…and then it seems like a lifetime. Some years we’ve met with a stadium full of people, sometimes just the two of us, but this year we had the opportunity to do something we’ve never done. We went to the local Veterans Memorial and were blessed by the presence of about 100 motorcycles and their riders as a part of Rolling Thunder. an organization which had its origins in support of POW and MIA issues. It was possibly the most emotional 9/11 experience I’ve ever had. As I told one woman rider about our son serving in Iraq, my voice caught and she immediately put her arm around my shoulders and prayed for him and for me. Seeing that group of riders and hearing the roar as they were escorted through town by police, fire and ambulance vehicles, I was reminded that not all of America has turned their backs on the freedom fighters.
The Hamilton Military Museum is a small but excellent memorial to soldiers of all our wars. Outside they have a replica of the Viet Nam wall. Inside, the exhibits each feature one soldier and may include his uniform, pictures, newspaper clippings and other items which tell the story of his moment in history. It was so much more compelling than more complete collections which have no personal touch. I know we didn’t see it all in the short time we were there because reading the stories puts you in that moment. You can’t just glance and walk past.
Tonight I’m going to read Psalm 91, the soldier’s psalm, and I’ll be praying for our son and the other freedom fighters all over the world who are buying our freedom.