A chilling reminder of the cost of freedom and religious liberties was the tally in Nelson Price’s column in Sunday’s Tribune.
Last Saturday I parked my car in Crabapple and walked down the line of memorial crosses topped with American flags stretching down Birmingham Highway and turning down Crabapple Road. These hundred-plus crosses each had a name of a valiant American who gave his/her life for my freedom to walk down an American road and honor them.
The cross also identified the war they gave their life in. Like Nelson, when I paused at an individual cross and read the person’s name, it brought back specific memories to honor these brave, fallen soldiers.
My cousin, Jerry Wimbish, a tail gunner in World War II, stood with me in Roswell at the Faces of War Memorial on Memorial Day years ago before he died.
This tough, seldom emotional man was moved by this tribute. Lynne’s younger brother, Steve Wainscott, a veteran of Vietnam, didn’t see the Memorial but Lynne had a brick placed there with his name on it to honor his service.
Monday, as thousands came to pay tribute and honor those who gave their all, their families, and those that still are risking their lives around the world, we had a chilling reminder of the cost of our freedoms and religious liberties.
I thanked the Good Lord for all these valiant souls and their families.
Zachary W. Henderson