Monday, June 19, 2017

I'm back//missions trips are amazing + Cover reveal

*waves* Hello lovely peoples! I hope this blog post finds you well! It's finding me a bit tired, but content and extremely thankful for the many amazing ways God has worked these past ten days. Yesterday was spent in the air and various international airports, and by God's grace I made it safely back home around 6pm last night. Thank you all so much for your prayers! We were blessed with great weather, no delayed flights, and a really awesome time in Mexico.

The trip was just . . . wow, guys. I have so much to say, and I'm not even sure how to say it. The past week has both been incredibly challenging in my walk with the Lord, yet at the same time such a blessing. Looking back in reflection, I can truly say it was the most amazing and precious week of my life. I leaned so much. We saw God work in so, so many different ways, so many different times. And for the first time, I realized just how blessed I am. And you know what? the past ten days were nothing short of inspiring.

Like I said above, I'm honestly not sure how to put all my thoughts and feelings into words right now. I did journal while I was gone, so I'm going to go back and re-read the entries  and take a few days to reflect on the time I spent there. And pray that God will give me the right words to share it all with you. So be looking for a post something like that on Friday. :)

For now . . . remember that hint I gave you about a cover? Well . . . it's a cover reveal. For A Question of Courage. Yes, I know, it's still around four months away for the *tentative* October publishing date. And normally that's a bit early to do a cover reveal. But . . . I've had this cover idea since last year around this time. And I've had the completed cover for around two months now. And I HAVE to share it with you guys! Hopefully you're as excited to see it as I am to show it to you. ;) The reveal will happen on July 1st, which is a Saturday. I'll send an email your way with the cover and instructions no later than the 24th.
So yes. *shoos you away toward the sign up* I can't wait to share this with you guys!

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Blogging Break

Hey all! Just jumping in here to let y'all know I'm going to be on a missions trip from the 9th(tomorrow) through the 18th. So the next two weeks there won't be any posts here on the blog. Also, I'll have no internet access, so . . . I'm pretty much taking a break from anything internet related. 

I'd also appreciate your prayers while I'm gone. For safety, of course. ;)  And also that during this time I would grow closer to Christ, and be able to serve the other believers around me. 

I have some exciting posts planned for when I get back, so stay tuned! I'll give you a hint. They have to do with books. And one of them has to do with a cover. I'll let you wonder!

Blessings, dear readers, and I hope you're enjoying the summer weather! 

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

A Day Never To Be Forgotten

Seventy-three years ago today, the largest armada of ships ever assembled set sail across the English channel, heading for the beaches of Nazi-controlled France.

No one could tell for sure what the impending battle would bring. But one thing was sure. It would be fighting unlike the men had ever seen before. And nothing in all their training could have properly prepared them for what they were about to face.

The weather wasn't all that favorable, either. But there wasn't any other option. It was either today, or delay it once again, this time for an indefinite amount of time.

They had to go. And it had to be done now.

The Leader of the Allied Forces in Europe, Dwight Eisenhower, simply said, "let's go."

By that evening, over 209,000 of the allied troops had fallen into an eternal sleep. Never to leave the battlefield they fought on.

Before the invasion, Eisenhower had written a failure message. One that would be sent back to the brass if the operations failed. It read;

“Our landings in the Cherbourg-Havre area have failed to gain a satisfactory foothold and I have withdrawn the troops,” it began.

“My decision to attack at this time and place was based upon the best information available. The troops, the air, and the navy did all that bravery and devotion to duty could do. If any blame or fault attaches to the attempt, it is mine alone."

By God's grace, that message never had to be delivered. The Allies were able to gain control of the beach, and began to work their way inland. It was a turning point in the war in Europe that would begin pushing the Germans back toward Germany.

But it came at a high cost. And may we never forget what this 209,000 men gave on this day that we could be free.

Never was so much owed by so many to so few.

~Winston Churchill 

Friday, June 2, 2017

Operation: Guadalcanal

Hello all! Welcome to our last post in this blog series! I hope you've had a good week. Mine's been a bit busy, but nothing compared to last week. ;)
I leave for the missions trip next Friday! *takes a deep breath* Hooowwwww did the time fly by so fast?!
This past weekend, my critique partner finished reading though A Question of Courage! Her comments were the sweetest, and I seriously don't know how I'd still be writing without her sweet encouragement and help. (Love ya, Faith! <3)
 I was also able to get it sent out to six, wonderful Alpha readers, and I'm eagerly awaiting their feedback. Two of these amazing girls have already finished, and their comments were super helpful, in addition to the fact that they made my week. ;)
I'm hoping for beta-readers in August . . . so I'm just gonna throw that out there now. ;) I'm not planning on having sign-ups, but if you'd like to read it, let me know!

And . . . okay, I'm gonna get on to the actual post now. xD I hope y'all enjoy!

Guadalcanal: The Battle of Guadalcanal 

While the title may sound  bit repetitive, it's... really not. ;) During the Guadalcanal operation, the major battle between the two opposing forces is known as the "Battle of Guadalcanal". Or "The Battle of the Solomon Islands." Or oftentimes known as "The Naval Battle of Guadalcanal", simply because of the fact that the majority of the battle happened on the open seas, between the American Navy, and the Japanese Navy. In reality, it wasn't really just one battle, but a series of battles that would determine who would keep control of the island.
October and November were hard months for the men on Guadalcanal. Dwindling food supplies, combined with the tropical climate, had many of the men down. Diseases like dysentery and malaria ran rampant, and the forces on both sides had taken heavy losses. 
Yet, there was an almost tangible feeling in the air. The feeling that something big was coming. And it was coming soon. 
In October, inland on the island, several battles had taken place between the American and Japanese forces. The Japanese had been on the island longer, and were worse off than the Americans. In addition to the tropical heat, the American Navy had effectively kept any of their supply ships from dropping them food. The men were, quite literally, starving. 

Most of the men are stricken with Dysentery...starvation is taking many lives, and weakening our already extended lines. We are doomed. ~ Major-General Kensaka Oda

In November, the Naval Battle took place. "The Japanese organizes four naval task forces for their operations. Two bombardment forces were to shell Henderson Fields; a third was to transport the 38th Division and it's equipment to Guadalcanal; a fourth would be in General support. 
The American naval forces were organized into two task forces. And these forces, though limited, had the task of reinforcing and resupplying Guadalcanal, as well as stopping the Japanese from taking it over." - The Road to Victory, Chapter 4, written by Robert O'Neil 

So basically, the American Navy was outnumbered, and he Japanese were on the way. Not a good way to start a battle, right?

Right. On November 13th,the Javanese forces entered the sound between Savo Island and Guadalcanal, and prepared to bomb Henderson Field. "In what would be called the First Battle for Guadalcanal, American Admiral Callaghan led his outmatched forces against the Japanese  battleships. The main action began at night, near Savo Island. The vanguards of these opposing forces intermingled, and the American column penetrated he Japanese formation. The outnumbered Americans returned fire from all directions and the the engagement degenerated into individual ship-to-ship actions. When the battle was over, both American Admirals were dead. But the Japanese had been turned back. Not one Japanese shell had struck the island, although out of the 13 U.S. ships, 12 had been sunk." The Road to Victory , Chapter 4,

The Americans had won one of the most strategic battles for the island. Another chip had been hammered away at the granite wall that was the Japanese forces. And their wall was wearing thin. 


There were several other battles that continued to be fought over the island until February of 1943. It was then that the Japanese realized they were fighting a losing battle, and they withdrew from the island. Though there were still many battles to go before the end of the war, the American victory at Guadalcanal was not only a boost to the American moral, but also a hard fought campaign that provided an example of what jungle and naval warfare in the Pacific would be like. 
It was also a battle that threw to the wind the idea of Japan's invincibility. From this battle, the commanders of the Army, Marines, and Navy were able to put into practice the theories of amphibious warfare they had been taught. From here, they were able to adapt them to where they would best work on the other islands which were soon to become battlegrounds. 
The war was far from over, but at last, the tide had changed. 

Unknown Hero: 

Mitchell Paige was a recipient of the Medal of Honor for his actions at the battle of Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands. On October 26th, 1942, after all the other Marines in his platoon were either killed or wounded, Paige operated four machine guns for hours, single-handedly stopping an entire Japanese regiment. Had the position fallen and the Japanese regained Henderson Field, it is possible the outcome of World War II could have been significantly changed. 
In the years to come, Paige was repeatedly asked why he would be willing to put his life on the line for his country. He said that the answers took him back to a Pennsylvania three-room country school, where the children were so steeped in the traditions of America, that they literally felt themselves part of a glorious heritage - where they teacher opened the school day with a Bible verse and the Pledge of Allegiance, and where they memorized all the great documents that established the bedrock of America, such as the Gettysburg address.
His response went this way: "My undying love of country, and my strong loyalty to the Marines fighting by my side gave me no choice but to fight on unwavering  throughout my battles, utilizing my God-given ability to make use of what I had been taught and learned."
Paige also said, "I will never forget sitting in a foxhole, bloody, burned, and injured in the morning after the all-night, fierce, hand-to-hand battle against the overwhelming Japanese force on Guadalcanal. I was alone except for hundreds of dead bodies, of the enemy surrounding me. I emptied my pack, looking for something to stop the bleeding from a bayonet wound, and out fell my Bible. Picking it up in my dirty, bloody hands, I could scarcely believe it when it providentially opened up at Proverbs 3, and there were my mother's words. 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths.'"
Mitchell Paige was a true servant and patriot of America . . . and America is proud to have had hundreds and thousands of valiant soldiers cut from the same cloth. ~ Taken from "The American Patriot's Bible". Also cross-referenced on different sites to make sure the information was true. 

The President of the United States takes pride in presenting the MEDAL OF HONOR to


for service as set forth in the following CITATION:

For extraordinary heroism and conspicuous gallantry in action above and beyond the call of duty while serving with the Second Battalion, Seventh Marines, First Marine Division, in combat against enemy Japanese forces in the Solomon Islands Area on October 26, 1942. When the enemy broke through the line directly in front of his position, Platoon Sergeant Paige, commanding a machine-gun section with fearless determination, continued to direct the fire of his gunners until all his men were either killed or wounded. Alone, against the deadly hail of Japanese shells, he manned his gun, and when it was destroyed, took over another, moving from gun to gun, never ceasing his withering fire against the advancing hordes until reinforcements finally arrived. Then, forming a new line, he dauntlessly and aggressively led a bayonet charge, driving the enemy back and preventing a break through in our lines. His great personal valor and unyielding devotion to duty were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

/S/ FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT (Citation taken from Wikipedia


And . . . we've come to the end of the Operation: Guadalcanal series! Tell me, did you enjoy it? Any ideas for future posts you might enjoy? Thanks for reading, and I hope your weekend is restful! :) 

Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Secret Slipper-Book Spotlight and Review

Hello all! Today I'm here to share with you a bit about Amanda's new release, The Secret Slipper! I had the privilege of Beta-reading it, and it was absolutely splendid! So, first I'm gonna let you read about the book, and then you can read my review. ;) 
And there's a giveaway, too, so be sure and enter that! 

About the Book

Being a cripple is only the beginning of Lia’s troubles. It seems as if Bioti’s goal in life is to make Lia as miserable as possible. If Lia’s purpose is to be a slave, then why did God make her a cripple? How can He make something beautiful out of her deformity?

Raoul never questioned the death of his daughter until someone reports her whereabouts. If Ellia is still alive, how has she survived these ten years with her deformity? When Raoul doesn’t know who to trust, can he trust God to keep Ellia safe when evidence reveals Bioti’s dangerous character?

As time brings more hindrances, will Raoul find Ellia, or will she forever be lost to the father she doesn't even know is searching for her?

Purchase Link: The Secret Slipper

Get “Befriending the Beast”

Doesn't it sound splendid?! Well, it is. So go and get yourself a copy. ;) Now for the review . . . 

My Review: 

I had the privilege of beta-reading The Secret Slipper and I enjoyed the story immensely! The father-daughter take on an old fairy talk classic was delightful, and I cannot wait to share it with my sister, who is impatiently awaiting the paperback. 
The characters were all done very well; there really wasn't any that were in the book for no reason. They all had a purpose. Which was nice to read for a change. ;) The struggles of the characters were also very well done and very relateable
And, as always, Ms. Tero was able to weave the thread of the gospel message into the story flawlessly, in a way that didn't at all feel preachy. It made it stand out so much more because of that. 
So yes, a wonderful retelling that I would definitely recommend

About the Author

About the Author
Amanda Tero is a homeschool graduate who desires to provide God-honoring, family-friendly reading material. She has enjoyed writing since before ten years old, but it has only been since 2013 that she began seriously pursuing writing again – starting with some short stories that she wrote for her sisters as a gift. Her mom encouraged her to try selling the stories she published, and since then, she has begun actively writing short stories, novellas, and novels. If something she has written draws an individual into a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ, it is worth it!

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)

Connect with Amanda

U.S. Giveaway: Enter to win the set of “Befriending the Beast” and “The Secret Slipper”

International Giveaway: Enter to win the eBook set of “Befriending the Beast” and “The Secret Slipper”

Also Touring with “The Secret Slipper”
May 25, 2017
Amanda @ With a Joyful Noise | Release Day, Giveaway
Leila @ Leila Tualla's Bookshelf | Spotlight
Faith @ Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections | Review, Giveaway
Leona @ Great Books for God's Girls | Review, Interview

May 26
Emily @ Zerina Blossom’s Books | Interview
Kendra @ Knitted By God's Plan (Spotlight) and O'Scarlett Reviews (Review) | Spotlight, Review
Alicia @ A Brighter Destiny | Review, Giveaway

May 27
Anika @ This Journey Called Life | Spotlight, Review, Giveaway
Katie @ His Princess Warrior | Review, Giveaway
Sarah @ The Destiny of One | Spotlight

May 29
Kate @ Once Upon an Ordinary | Review, Interview
Sarah @ Penumbra Reviews | Review
Dary @ Peculiar Miss Darcy | Character Interview
Julia @ My Joyful Journey with Jesus | Interview

May 30
Kenzi @ Honey Rock Hills | Review, Giveaway
Anita @ Christian Author: A.M. Heath  | Review
Judith @ JudithWNicholson  | Interview

May 31
Jesseca @ Whimsical Writings for His glory  | Spotlight, Review
Raechel @ God’s Peculiar Treasure Rae  | Spotlight, Review
Esther @ Purposeful Learning | Review, Interview, Giveaway

June 1
Kellyn @ Reveries Reviews  | Review
Victoria @ Victoria Minks Blog  | Spotlight, Review
Kelsey @ Kelsey’s Notebook | Spotlight

June 2
Hanne @ RockandMinerals4Him | Spotlight, Review, Giveaway
Erica @ Roxbury Books Blog | Spotlight
Janell @ Views from the Window Friend  | Review
Crystal @ Crystal’s Adventures for Christ  | Spotlight, Review, Interview

June 3
Alexa @ Verbosity Reviews  | Spotlight
Faith @ Chosen Vessels  | Review
Melissa @ Clothed with Scarlet | Review, Interview, Giveaway

Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day Memories - Day 3

Hello all, and welcome to the third and final day in the Memorial Day Memories link up! I've had such an amazing time, and I hope y'all have, too! If you haven't read them already, be sure and catch up on the posts that have been a part of the link up so far.

Today, Faith and Kellyn are joining the the link up. Well, technically, Kellyn posted yesterday, but I didn't link to it. Sorry about that! But be sure to go and read her post! :)

Yesterday I was able to drag my sister along with me to attend a WWII memorial day ceremony. It was held at our Veterans Memorial park, and it was AMAZING! They played a ton of 40s style music (awesomeness. xD), and several veterans of WWII shared their stories. We also had the Honor Guard from our local Air Force Base there, and  of course, we sang the National Anthem, and recited the pledge of allegiance.
It was a one-of-a-kind experience, and I enjoyed it immensely. Being surrounded by so many men who have served is sobering. You're faced with just what they sacrificed for you, you get a chance to thank them, thought it's in such a small way. I was able to meet a number of the veterans, and I never fail to be impressed by their courage and humility.

So yes, it was a wonderful way so celebrate memorial day. (I also got  interviewed for our local news station, which was a fun first. xD)

 On day one of the link up I told you I wasn't sure what I had planned for today. So yeah, this post is gonna be a bit different. ;) Since I've posted about two fallen heroes, I'm not going to do another story on one today. Well, at least, not a true one.

I am, however, going to go ahead and share a short story I wrote for Memorial day. I hope y'all enjoy it. Also, at the end of the post there is a YouTube playlist that I put together with a nice assortment of Memorial Day songs. So if you're like me and you want to listen to some songs that talk about the greatest sacrifice, go ahead and listen to them. And have a box of tissues on hand. ;) I think they've all made me tear up listening to them.
So yes, without further ado, the story and songs! And I hope y'all have a blessed Memorial day!


It seems that as Memorial Day rolls around each year, the ache I feel should decrease. It doesn't. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. It's been two years. I should be over it, shouldn't I?
But then again, how does one ever get over losing a brother?
The grass is soft and full beneath my boots as I make my way into the small cemetery on the outskirts of our little town. All is quiet here. Most people have already paid their respects, and, as usual, I am the last to do so. Not because I chose to, but because I didn't get home till an hour ago.
You see, I've been overseas twice without him since he died. And it seems that every time I come home, it gets harder to do so. Why?
Well, I reckon that could be because he isn't coming back with me.
The hot sun has started to fade a bit, but I can hardly feel the decrease of heat under my full dress uniform. People tell me it isn't necessary to dress up to go see him. But I feel it is. See, if it weren't for him, I'd be the one lying there. I should be the one lying there. But I'm not.
The least I can do is show him the respect he deserves when I place the flag beside the gravestone.
The little white, picket gate still squeaks on its hinges as I open it. I allow myself a small smile. No one can find it in their hearts to fix it. My brother, he was the one who lent a hand in doing such repairs in our little town. Wherever he was needed, that's where you would find him. And it didn't matter what the job was. It could be anything from babysitting, or helping an elderly lady take her trash to the curb. No job was too low for my brother.
My hero.
I close the gate behind me, and my steps slow. My eyes sweep over the other gravestones. Some are a fitting remembrance for people who have lived life to the full. People who were blessed with many years.
But others are unable to properly represent the lives that were snuffed out before it was time. People full of dreams. Dreams that never came true.
For my brother, that dream was having a family. He even had a girl picked out, and they were gonna tie the knot when we got home. But I guess the Good Lord had another plan. And while I know we're supposed to accept His will, there are many times I still struggle with it.
I pause in front of the simple stone marker. Such a small tribute to a man who was so loved by everyone. I take off my hat and kneel down next to it.

Mitchell “Mitch” Lawson
July 4th, 1992 - July 1st, 2015
To those who paid the ultimate sacrifice,
May we forever be grateful.

He had died only three days before his twenty-third birthday. Being born on the fourth, I think Mitch always knew he was going to enter the service. He used to joke that mom had set it all up for him. For as long as I can remember, it was all he ever had planned. And being the younger brother that I was, all I wanted to do was follow in his footsteps.
And I had.
I unbutton my pocket and pull out a picture that is now faded and worn. It’s both of us, just before we shipped out on our first tour overseas. We’re both dressed in the Marine fatigues, our arms draped around each other’s shoulders. Goofy grins cover our faces as we both exasperate mom. She wanted a good picture, and we had been determined to give her only goofy ones.
Now I wish we had cooperated. Gotten a sober picture. 
But then, it wouldn’t be us. We were the crazy ones. In family get-togethers, we were always the ones causing trouble. Nothing big, of course. Just things like putting a dead mouse in the fridge to scare Aunt Ruth, or putting plastic spiders in the guest bed to make our cousins scream.
The memories make me smile. “We were quite a pair, weren’t we, Mitch?”
Of course, the gravestone remains silent, and my question goes unanswered. Suddenly, the happy memories are replaced with the nightmares.
It was a routine check over in the Middle East, where we had been station. It wasn’t supposed to end in death.
We were ready to leave when suddenly shots rang out. Our small squadron of troops immediately dove to the ground, trying to find a bit of cover.
All of them, except for me.
I stood frozen, unmoving. I had been in firefights before, but this one was different. My eyes were glued to something in front of me that no one else could see.
Half hidden behind a rock outcropping, a hooded man had a sniper rifle pointed at me. But for some reason, he hadn’t shot me yet. And I couldn't move for fear that it would set him off.
The problem was, Mitch had the same line of sight that I did, and he saw the sniper. Things happened so fast, it feels like someone played it in fast motion.
I saw the man’s finger movie toward the trigger, and before I could do anything, I had been shoved to the ground from behind.
I landed hard, and my mouth filled with the gritty sand.
Behind me, a shot rang out.
I turned.
And my brother . . . he was gone.
The wind runs its fingers through my hair, and I’m jerked back to the present. Putting the photo back in my pocket, I take the flag and press it firmly into the ground beside the tombstone that marks his life. “Thank you, bro.” I swallow hard and take a deep breath before I’m able to finish. “For being my hero, for being my best friend . . . and for giving it all up for me.”
I stand and put my hat back on my head. My jaw clenches as I struggle to keep the tears back. Good grief, if Mitch could see me now, he wouldn’t believe I was the same person.
But then, I’m not. Not really.
The sun is beginning to slip below the trees. I need to make my way home. I stand there for a moment longer, and then snap a crisp salute. “Semper fi.”
Two small words that seem so inadequate. But then again, what else is there to say?
Always Faithful. That describes my brother. Faithful to the end. He fought the good fight. He did his work. Now he’s enjoying his eternal rest with our Saviour.
And one day, I know I'll see him again. Where there will be no more suffering, no more pain. No more war. And everything will be made new.

2 Timothy 4:7-8

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:
Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.


The land of the free, the home of the brave, 
A Nation under God, we stand to proclaim.
For freedom and liberty we stand, 
but a high price must be paid. 

All gave some, but some gave all.
Some still give to this day. 
That we may freely, securely live, in this land that we dearly call home. 

Some Gave All. Never Forget Their Sacrifice. 

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial Day memories- Day 2

"Not For Fame or Reward, Not For Place or For Rank
But In Simple Obedience To Duty as They Understood It"

And we've come to the second day of the link-up!  I'm joined by Faith P. and Gabrielle Emmons. Be sure and check out their amazing posts!  

Today I have a post for you about Richard Seglem, a man who fought in Vietnam and died there. 

I couldn't find much about this man. For some reason, there was no obituary listed, and the only records I could find were the record of his death. He was from Wichita, KS, that much I know. He was twenty years old, and he had been serving in the army for a year.  His grave is in cemetery not far from where I live, and I'm planning on doing some more research on him when I can get down to our central library.

But what I have been able to uncover brought tears to my eyes. 

I found messages written to him after he had died. 

We went to school together.
We were drafted together. 
We trained together.
We served together.
We who survived, live for you.
~A friend (found and taken from this site) 

Peace and condolence, to the family and friends. “GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN THIS, THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS” **John 15:13** You are my friend, always remembered, never forgotten.” May God Bless you for your Sacrifice!!!
~A Fellow Veteran (Found and taken from this site) 

I miss you and love you,and thank you and I am so proud of you for the courage and character you showed in answering your country's call. It was an honorable act being a soldier. 
~Patsy Richardson, his sister. (Found and taken from this site) 

After reading these, I wanna know more about him so bad! He sounds like an amazing man. Someone like that only comes around once in a lifetime. He was only twenty when he died. Shot down over in a foreign country. 

The cause of his death? Well, as his gravestone reads,  Mistaken for the Enemy Troops in Vietnam.  He wasn't killed by the enemy. He was mistaken for the enemy and killed by his own. 

Learning of Private Seglem and reading his story makes me think of someone else who was killed by His own people. By those He had grown up with. Only, He went willingly. He could have fought back, could have called a legion of angels to destroy those who were bent on killing Him.  

Yet, because of Christ's great love towards us, He sacrificed himself for us. A sacrifice for the remission of our sins. He was willing to lay down His life, that we might live free. 

As we celebrate Memorial day, let's remember something. Only two people have ever died for our freedom. Jesus, and the American soldier. One died to free our souls from the power that sin had over us. The other died to give of the gift of freedom as we live on this earth. 

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Memorial Day Memories - Day 1

"No man was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave." -- Calvin Coolidge

And . . . it's here! The first day of a three-day blog link up! We have some amazing blogs participating, so be sure and check the page I added on the blog.
Joining me today in posting are Livi Jane and Emily Ann Putzke. Be sure to head over and check out their posts!

Today I'm doing a post on a WWII soldier who was killed, tomorrow there will be a post on a Korean or Vietnam solider, and then Monday, well, I'm not sure what I'm doing on Monday quite yet. ;) I guess we'll see what happens.

So, without further ado, let's get onto the post, shall we?

The waves wash softly against the white, sandy beaches. Overhead, the sound of seagulls fill the brisk early morning air. A sense of peace falls over the area and surrounding fields. The sun is appearing over the waves, and the ripples are shimmering and dancing in the beams of light. 
Just a bit over the hill, green grassy fields dotted with white spread out as far as the eye can see. If you step a little closer, you can almost feel the sacred silence that surrounds the place. 
You see, this isn't just any beach. This is Normandy. And it's shores hold the graves of thousands of soldiers who paid the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. 
And among these brave men, among all the crosses and unmarked graves, a single cross reads Corporal Robert Booth Jr. Kansas, July 9, 1944 Such a simple cross. Such a simple marker. But really, there's so much more to the story. 

Robert Booth was born at the Booth home in Kiowa county, Kans., on December 5, 1921 and died in the Normandy invasion area in France on July 12, 1944, at the age of 22 years, 7 months and 7 days.
He was reared on his father's farm and became a real farmer, always taking great pride in his work.
He attended the Booth rural school and Wilmore High School and at the time he entered the Army in 1942, about two years ago, was farming with his father.
Bob took his basic training at Camp Walters, Texas, and was then sent to Camp Blanding, Fla. He was on Maneuvers in Tennessee and was then transferred to Camp Atterbury near Indianapolis, Ind., before going overseas.
While he was stationed in Florida he was given a furlough home last December (1943), and no soldier was more pleased to see his parents and friends, and the house and land that he loved.
Cpl. Booth landed in England last March and there continued his intensive training. He took his training in the infantry in stride and was a good soldier, always doing his full part. He has made the Supreme Sacrifice that his buddies and loved ones may live in peace through the coming generations.
(Information taken from Roots Web)
He was also awarded the Purple Heart. 

I wonder what this guy was like. I mean, really like. What did he like for breakfast? What was his favorite chore on the farm? What were his hopes and dreams for life? Did he want to be a farmer, or perhaps have something else planned for when the war was over? Did he step onto that beach with the thought of home in the back of his mind? What stirred him to fight? What were his last thoughts? Did he suffer, or was he killed instantly? 
So many questions will forever go unanswered. Because he didn't just fight. He gave his life. 

He made a sacrifice that we may live in peace. May we never forget what others have suffered for us. 

Never forget the price they paid for our freedom. 

And . . . that about wraps it up for today. :) I'm looking forward to being back here tomorrow with you all. And I hope you have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend!