November 11, 1965
Jocie Brooke reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Veteran’s Day. That means a lot in our house because my dad is a veteran of World War II. In fact, our whole town is full of veterans of that war and some of World War I too. Then there’s the Korean War veterans too and now the Vietnam War. I told Dad it seems like some kind of war is going on all the time. He said the Bible talks about wars and that maybe true peace won’t be possible here on earth but that we can have the “peace that passeth understanding.” You know like that song we sing in Bible School. “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy down in my heart.”
That peace that passes understanding line is straight from a Bible verse, you know. I’ll have to ask Aunt Love to tell me where. She knows where every verse is, I think. She says I would too if I spent more time learning Scripture to keep forever in my heart instead of reading those Hardy Boy mysteries. Sigh. I guess she’s right.
But back to Veteran’s Day. We always treat Dad really good on Veteran’s Day in thanks for serving our country. He was in a submarine through most of the war. I can’t even imagine that. Being down deep in the ocean and having to worry about torpedoes that might keep the submarine from ever surfacing. I am so glad Dad did come home. He’s the best and I love him bunches and heaps.
So thank you, veterans, for keeping America free. Dad says we should never forget our soldiers and he’s right.
(I didn’t have time to write about Bailey and Lucinda this week. Maybe the teachers will give us a break on homework this next week and I can get back on the road with them to see what happens next. I’m finding something out. It’s not that easy to write a story!!)