(Note: Instead of American Idol, Part 3, I chose to post this, due to the just-passed holiday. Part 3 of the American Idol story will be on Wednesday instead.)
I remembered on Memorial Day.
The Moving Wall, a traveling replica of the National Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C. was in our area.
As a family, we remembered all those who died so we could live free—those who perished in Vietnam, as well as in other wars—so I could could preach freely.
We touched those names.
Real people. Real sacrifice.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
Thanks a million.
The first death in the Vietnam War was in 1959. I was born in 1959.
Over 1 million men and women have given their lives for freedom in the United States.
Freedom is not free.