Today is Flag Day! Please fly the Flag of the United States of America everyday! Amen! My emotions run high on this day for what our flag represents. We have had several posts yesterday and today on Flag Day and the true meaning.
I met World War II veteran Andy Wilson (pictured above) of Albuquerque Saturday at Smiths Supermarket. He had me in tears for many reasons. First, he is 88 years of age, My Dad, Wally Moede would be 89 today! Dad was a Sgt. in the Mariners and served most of the war in China. He was on a ship full of Marines ready to invade Japan, until President Truman did the right thing and dropped the bombs and save thousands and thousands of lives.
My Dad died suddenly on Easter morning in 1992 of a heart attack, the week he retired.
Andy told me that in World War II the country came together, men and women to defeat the darkness of the Nazi’s and Japan. Young and old went to work and created a war machine. I told Andy that the World War II generation was the greatest ever! He said, “Yes, but we had all we needed to win the war, when we needed ammunition, bombs, air support we got it, but today our military is depleted and not supported.”
Yes, it is a shame, that we Americans have allowed our military to be stripped. I told Andy with our country divided and the current administration stripping down our military, to danger levels, that I do not think we could win a World War at this time. He agreed. He said, The country came together and worked to together and sacrificed much to win the war.”
I look at America today and it is divided more than ever in it’s history since the Civil War.
Andy held my hand as he told me many stories of the war and he also paid tribute to my Daddy and all men and women who fought the darkness.
I am sad today that our local paper, the Albuquerque Journal, did not mention at all it is Flag Day……time is moving fast and the United States is forgetting its history and traditions. I must say it is losing its Christian values.
I have to share this story with you…..I had never had a new bike, we were a family that always had food and clothing a great home to live in, new clothes for school. the love of God, but we were not in that income level where you could live high on the hog, as we said back home!
When I was 12 Dad took me downtown on Flag Day, I remember this like it was yesterday, Dad bought me a new bike at the Coast to Coast store, it was red, my favorite color, because Dad was on the Fire Dept. and I loved fire trucks and wanted to be a fireman like him! You see Flag Day is my Daddy’s birthday…but he bought me a gift on his birthday….that was my dad, always thinking of others first, just like that World War II generation did. They gave, without expecting anything in return, they fought for future generations. A great message for us this day.
Pictures of are of my Dad in World War II and Dad with Mom, Ruth and their grave site 
