On Memorial Day, we remember all the members of our armed services who paid the ultimate price in service to this great country.
Our eternal gratitude.
I once asked my father what his most difficult duty was as a Chaplain.
He said: “Counseling soldiers who were on their way to a combat zone.”
“What did they say?”
“That they were scared.”
“What did you say?”
“That they were right to be scared.”
I then asked my father of what he was most proud of in his long career as a Chaplain.
He said: “There was a group of Christian soldiers on their way to combat in Korea. I, an Orthodox Jew, was the only Chaplain available to perform services for them. I acted as their Chaplain, and they were incredibly grateful. For most of them, I was the first and last Jew they ever met.”
“Do you know how many came back?”
My father shook his head: “No, but I can still see their faces.”
G-d bless the United States of America.