Wednesday, June 15,
2016
Hey Gang: I had a wonderful friend whom I respected for many years with
all my heart. I was honored when the family asked if I would do his
eulogy. When anyone asked who were the people in my life that impacted on
my life, Bill Porteous was always among the top of my list.
Bill
was drafted into the Army during the Second World War and spent his time
preparing in boot camp and when the day arrived for him to debark, as he was
waiting for his turn to go up the gang plank, he became seriously ill.
After a series of test in the hospital it was determined that he had polio and
spent the next year or more in an iron lung fighting his own personal war.
He eventually
won the battle, but it left its scars on his body. As I sit here at this
moment, I can still see Captain William Porteous at dusk lowering the flag that
he faithfully raised in the morning before going to work. I always
thought he never stood taller than when he religiously, and with great loyalty
to his country, lowered the colors.
My
bride found the following story in a 2005 Guidepost of another person who loved
the stars and stripes and originated a day that our nations should honor our flag.
It saddens my heart that many people of our country do not honor or love our
flag or nation as the warriors who laid down their lives to protect this once
great nation. I am proud to have served the United States of America.
Take a
moment and put all things out of your mind and honor stars and stripes that
represent the multitudes of men and women who have laid down their lives to
protect its shores.
Tuesday,
June 14, Daily Guidepost
Scripture: And,
behold, God Himself is with us…. ---II Chronicles 13:12
I doubt
the Wisconsin school teacher who originated the idea of Flag Day in 1885 could
have ever imagined the places he could see the Flag displayed today.
(2005). Today I saw a flag flying on a car antenna, stuck on a store
window, pinned to a man’s lapel and even painted on a rock. No doubt,
early Flag Day supporters would never have imagined the flag on the surface of
the moon, or held aloft by six proud men, 5 Marines and a Navy corpsman, on the
Pacific Island of Iwo Jima during a world war, or raised by three New York City firefighters
amid the rubble of a place of unspeakable tragedy know as Ground Zero.
Such
images remind me of the song “Ragged old Flag” by the late country-music legend
Johnny Cash. A visitor to a small town notices the disheveled courthouse
flag, and he is told that the wear and tear has come from a lifetime of
experience – from the hole it got when George Washington crossing the Delaware
River to the beating taken through several wars. Yet it still flies, and
folks remain proud and thankful for all it represents.
When I
look at the flag, I see threads --- freedom, tragedy, joy, triumph, sorrow,
independence, faith--- an intricate history woven together over the course of
years since Old Glory’s birth. Today, as that flag flies outside my own
front door. I pray that God will bless our Nation with strength and
endurance.
Lord,
on this Flag Day, wherever in the world our flag is flying, please bless that
place----Gina Bridgman
PS Gramps and I were blessed to be ones who sewed stitches as part of repairing
this flag from Ground Zero.
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