Posts Tagged ‘Veteran’s Day’

Tenacity, Gallantry, Committment, Devotion: Lessons from Soldiers

November 11, 2015

It’s Veterans Day. Are you flying the flag of the United States of America today?


Today is the first time I have seen the following footage, though it comes from two years ago. It speaks for itself. Please watch.


I’ve known this story for quite some time because over the years,  I have been teaching my granddaughter what it means to be in the service of our country. That lesson has always been multi-cultural.

Private Joseph Pantillion Martinez was the first Hispanic-American to be posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his “gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty.” Pvt. Martinez’ service was played out in the Aleutian Islands during WWll.

He had not turned 23 years old.


Private Martin Treptow, a young barber from a small-town Iowa barbershop, left his work to serve his country during WWl. He went to France. What was not discovered until after his death, was  his “Pledge”, written in his own hand on the front page of his diary.  



I have my husband’s military dog tag. I don’t wear it because I don’t want to lose it. I held it in my hand today while my heart whispered its private thanks to him for his service.

He always carried his dog tag on his key chain . . . . . . . . next to his father’s.

Devotion taught, preserved, passed on.

Thank you for your service!


Veteran’s Day 2010

November 11, 2010

Today I’ll be the daughter

          of my favorite Legionnaire .

                    I’ll stand beside his marker

                              to place a flag and poppy there.


I’ll scarce have time to whisper

          my thanks, my love, a prayer

                    ‘ere my heart begins its pleading

                              to step away from there.        


For down the rows, around the bend

          a widow’s duty falls to me.

                    Another flag, another tear

                                        I miss him too, you see.


What time o’clock my visit

          to thank two soldiers gone to Heaven?

                    Prescribed long ago, before my youth . . . . 

                              Eleven, eleven/eleven.