Memorial Day is upon us, the start of summer, the end of school, the Day of the Watermelon. It is also a time to remember everyone who has served our country.
My grandfather was from Muleshoe, Texas. He was a farmer by birth, but he drove freight wagons to Amarillo, which made him a mule skinner. That’s what they called those early day truck drivers. So when World War One rolled around, he was a perfect candidate to drive the ambulances of the time–wagons pulled by mules. He was stationed in France. He pulled soldiers off the front line and hauled them back to the hospital camps. We were talking about him not too long ago, trying to remember what he said about that war. The only thing any of us could remember is that he didn’t like the French and said they were lazy. Now, I don’t think an entire nation of Frenchmen were lazy. I think he ran across one or two who didn’t do things like he would do them. But wouldn’t I love to know what happened to him? What fighting that war was like? How they got mules and wagons to France and back? And I would also like to hug him. I did love that old man something fierce and even though he has been gone since I was twelve, I still remember him vividly and fondly. So this Memorial Day, I am thinking of Leon Devotie Winn, eating some watermelon, and swimming with a couple of kids who have no idea who he was or what he did.
Are you honoring any soldiers this weekend? Are you doing anything special for Memorial Day? Will you cut open a watermelon, take a swim, see a movie, or do something else in America that we can do because of the sacrifice of others? Whatever your plans, have a safe and glorious Memorial Day Weekend!