He Was Once A U.S. Marine, Semper Fi

I suppose it was remembering Hitler, the Holocaust, and the service my father-in-law and his brothers and brothers-in-law gave to his country that caused me to remember this photo and its significance in all of our lives while recently on a Texans United trip to gather information for our readers.

From a fledgling group of colonies connected in 1776 by no central government or much of anything else for that matter, we have evolved into the United States of America, world powerhouse. And while many of our own criticize us for it, I’d have to take pause and ask just what alternative they had rather have, wouldn’t you?

This country was built on the backs of the men and women who defended it, fought for it, and yes, died for it. For that, there will be no criticism heard from my mouth.

All of these pieces of thought were flitting through my mind on that day when suddenly I saw the old man walking down the street toward me. His white hair ruffled in the wind, and he was bent, holding desperately to a cane while his feet shuffled on the sidewalk, never leaving the ground. Suddenly, I remembered this photo, and I just KNEW.

I slowed my own walk as the man neared, stopping when we were even on the sidewalk.

“Excuse me, sir.”

The man stopped, probably ready for anything that would give him a second to pause his laborious journey.

“You were a soldier, weren’t you?”

And for just a moment, almost for just a heartbeat, I saw this photo personified in the old man.

“I was a marine.”

“Thank you for your service, sir, ” I said as I walked away.

Today, I kick myself for not asking if we could find a place to sit and talk. I feel sure he would have liked that, but on that day, in that particular instant, I was too choked to say more.

On that day, the old man represented most of our fathers and grandfathers, once young and now old, many gone. Here at Texans United we are dedicated to saluting our U.S. Military, and we’d love to know your story if you will tell it to us. Not only are we interested in those who serve, but we’d love to know what it was like for those of you who waited. For information, email fredda@texansunited.com.

*I realize that I mix my branches of the service, and I apologize for it. The man reminded me so much of this photo that I just had to use it. May God bless America and all who serve, have served, or ever will serve!

About Fredda Jones

Fredda Davis Jones was raised “in the country” in Comanche County and learned very early that creativity and innovation are traits that can flourish even in small-town Texas and that with enough effort, indeed nothing is impossible, including being married to the same man for over 40 years! Rickey and Fredda have 2 children, 5 grandchildren, and a crazy life that includes sitting in the bleachers several times a week. The rest of her time is spent creating great content for texansunited.com and marketing small-town Texas.
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