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.