Honor Our Veterans

Greetings in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ,

Veterans Day is on November 11. We will have the opportunity to remember all those who have served our country by serving in one branch of the service. It is an awesome thing to see our veterans stand and salute the flag.

I have made several visits to the VA in Amarillo to visit with one veteran from our church family. Bro. Eugene Taylor served and is now being provided for at the VA in the Community Living Center. It is not like being at home, but he is surrounded by many others who served our great nation.

Of course, there are veterans moving up and down the streets of our cities each and every day. I found this poem -- I AM A VETERAN by Andrea Christensen Brett -- that says it all, so let this speak to you and for our Veterans.


You may not know me the first time we meet

I’m just another you see on the street

But I am the reason you walk and breathe free

I am the reason for your liberty




I work in the local factory all day

I own the restaurant just down the way

I sell you insurance, I start your IV

I’ve got the best-looking grandkids you’ll ever see


I’m your grocer, your banker

Your child’s schoolteacher

I’m your plumber, your barber

Your family’s preacher

But there’s part of me you don’t know very well

Just listen a moment, I’ve a story to tell




I joined the service while still in my teens

I traded my prom dress for camouflage greens

I’m the first in my family to do something like this

I followed my father, like he followed his


Defying my fears and hiding my doubt

I married my sweetheart before I shipped out

I missed Christmas, then Easter

The birth of my son

But I knew I was doing what had to be done


I served on the battlefront, I served on the base

I bound up the wounded

And begged for God’s grace

I gave orders to fire, I followed commands

I marched into conflict in far distant lands


In the jungle, the desert, on mountains and shores

In bunkers, in tents, on dank earthen floors

While I fought on the ground, in the air, on the sea

My family and friends were home praying for me


For the land of the free and the home of the brave

I faced my demons in foxholes and caves

Then one dreaded day, without drummer or fife

I lost an arm, my buddy lost his life


I came home and moved on

But forever was changed

The perils of war in my memory remained

I don’t really say much, I don’t feel like I can

But I left home a child, and came home a man


There are thousands like me

Thousands more who are gone

But their legacy lives as time marches on

White crosses in rows

And names carved in queue

Remind us of what these brave souls had to do


I’m part of a fellowship, a strong mighty band

Of each man and each woman

Who has served this great land

And when Old Glory waves

I stand proud, I stand tall

I helped keep her flying over you, over all



Copyright Andrea C. Brett 2003 All rights reserved


Honor our Veterans and tell them ‘Thank You’!

JESUS, JESUS, JESUS, there IS something about that name!!

Christ only, always,

Bro. Paul