Today I sat quietly and read blogs; so many great tributes to veterans…those living and those who gave their life for their country.
I especially remembered my brother-in-law, Burnis T. Gardner, who served in WWII and was one of the last three soldiers to leave Okinawa, after spending the night in a fox hole, listening to a Japanese soldier die from their gunshot wounds. It was either kill or be killed but the night has never left his memory and he tells the story with great emotion.
So, for me, this day, it was a day to remember the 19-year-old young man who served his country, came home, and lived a life teaching others; his purple heart was lost somewhere; my son replaced it but it’s not the same. Bub, as we call him, never exalted himself as a hero.
He has lived a simple life, building a home, gardening, hunting his beloved coon dogs, repairing others equipment…always busy. He will be 85 on November 23 and we, his family, are the ones who have been truly blessed by his presence among us. He is wise and many seek his advice.
A great man…one who has influenced my life for the better. Thank you for serving not only your country but also your State, your community, your family and your friends.