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Father I thank You for our veterans today.
How fragile they really are, despite the uniforms, the stern faces and heavy marching, the artillery, the gritted teeth. How fragile they really are. Hearts as soft and vulnerable as anyone else's, as feeling and as breakable. Thank You Lord that they have You to look to, the comfort you provide and the standard that You set. Thank You Lord that there are those who forget about themselves and fight that we may be free, suffer that we may know joy, that die, that we may live...
If anyone wants to, they can visit a wonderful archive of real war letters and photographs from Canadian soldiers, many which were written literally from the trenches....from many authors who never saw their families again.
type www . mala . bc . ca / history / letters
inot your address bar (of course without the spaces) there you have it, from a small town University in western Canada.
Honor them by remembering. I don't believe our Father would forget.
How fragile they really are, despite the uniforms, the stern faces and heavy marching, the artillery, the gritted teeth. How fragile they really are. Hearts as soft and vulnerable as anyone else's, as feeling and as breakable. Thank You Lord that they have You to look to, the comfort you provide and the standard that You set. Thank You Lord that there are those who forget about themselves and fight that we may be free, suffer that we may know joy, that die, that we may live...
If anyone wants to, they can visit a wonderful archive of real war letters and photographs from Canadian soldiers, many which were written literally from the trenches....from many authors who never saw their families again.
type www . mala . bc . ca / history / letters
inot your address bar (of course without the spaces) there you have it, from a small town University in western Canada.
Honor them by remembering. I don't believe our Father would forget.
