SCHOOL: A special Veterans Day
Tuesday last, my fifth grade great grandson asked if I would come along with other family member veterans and join in their Veterans Day program at Westridge Elementary School in Post Falls.
I sat next to an Air Force Korean War vet. He was probably in his 80s and feeble. We chatted briefly; he told me he had several tours of duty. I told him my last job I was a hospice chaplain. Surprised by his question, he asked if hospice provided assisted suicide for their patients. More than surprised, I paused to consider his request. Trying to encourage him, I said, “Your question saddens me. He said “Why?” I continued, “Because you are here today with these young and impressionable, patriotic students; they look up to you. They have spent many days preparing today’s program and you are the guest of honor. Not only that, but I have enjoyed our visit; you are making a difference in my life today as well, and I am sure your family would be devastated with you no longer with them.
He let me know he prayed but was not hearing from God. Just as he said that about 80 fifth graders enter onto the stage area. It was impressive how the younger students moved quickly and quietly into the bleachers. Hearing the fifth graders leading the Pledge of Allegiance and the entire school, students and teachers joining in; was electric. I stood at attention with my hand over my heart invigorated by the patriotism.
The program consisted of singing the theme songs of every branch of our military. Their director was so animated, her facial expressions and arm movements had everyone’s attention. They sang proudly, chins up chests out.
There was also a table set up for the soldier who did not make it home. The children stoically, methodically adorned the table with a tablecloth. A meal setting and a rose was left on the table. Then a moment of silence.
As a grandparent, I am glad my great grandson attends Westridge. This staff is assuring our next generation understands the cost of freedom. Leaving afterward, many thoughts invaded my conscience, but the brief moment with my new friend overrode all else; we never know who will grace our presence next. Please pray for our elderly vets.
BOB HOLLIDAY
Post Falls