Memorial Day: It's Different for Me.

Yesterday began a swelling of emotion within the citizenry with the dedication of Snellville's Veterans Memorial. 

Some are remembering their days of service.  Some of those days were painful, some brought gallantry, some made men heroes, and some were shameful.  Lifelong friendships were made, bonds were forged between men whose names are forgotten because it is too distressing to remember.

Men and women who served attended last night.  Wives, widows and the children of those who served were there.  Each had their memories and emotions touched. 

My story is a bit different.

I am particularly grateful for those who served in Korea for the lives they gave to the next generations.  My son, Jack, was born in South Korea in 1999.  I do not know the circumstances of his birth.  I do not know anything about his ancestry or what happened to his birth family during the Korean War.  I do know that, thanks to Americans who fought for South Korea's freedom, risking making the ultimate sacrifice, this precious boy has life. 

Since 1953, over 150,000 Korean children have been adopted internationally.  What kind of life would Jack have as a North Korean Communist?   How would my life be altered without him?  I can’t begin to imagine the gap in my heart without Jack.  My family would not be complete. 

When you see Jack out and about in the community, remember.  Remember that he has life and a good life because American soldiers gave him that opportunity.