This is my hero, my grandpa Harry McKnight. He was in the H-3-29 6th Marine Division and fought in WWII. He served in the Pacific on the islands of Okinawa and Guam. He endured more than I can even imagine day after day so that I could have the same freedoms he had. The freedoms that were being challenged. Not only did he battle the Japanese, but the elements of nature. Many of us don't think of what it would be like to be in a jungle in the pouring rain and mud, with hardly any clean water and little rations left. But he got up every day (sometimes w/ very little sleep) and he gave his all to defend his country. He watched as his friends and brothers fell beside him, but he kept going. He did remarkably brave things and took no credit for his heroic efforts. He had multiple encounters with death but the Lord preserved him, because he knew what a good servant to His Kingdom he would be.
This is my hero. The man I see get tears in his eyes when he hears out national anthem. The man I know doesn't just see stars on the United States flag but fallen friends. The man whos solem words descibe those he lost so long ago. This is the man who would risk his life all over agian to keep the country he loves free. You won't find him bragging about his successes an triumphes while in the war, but pays tribute to the many others who gave thier life for fredoms sake.
This is my grandfather on the right and his Brother Bill on the left. They are 11 months apart and still play golf together a few times week. My Uncle Bill also served our country in the Mariens Corps. He is another silent Hero that walks amoung us.
This is my grandfather now and his two children. My dad Tim on the left and my Uncle Tom on the right. My Uncle Tom is another unsung hero. He has served our County on the Marien Corps for over 20 years. He spent a year in Iraq fighting in the Current War on Terror. He left his wife and three small children to go help keep our country safe. He now lives in California teaching the guys who want to be "Top Guns."All of us have people in our family who have served our country so nobaly and have asked for nothing in return. So make sure than you thank these men and women in your life. They have done something will never be able to do. My heart burns with thanks and appriciation as I think of the price that has been paid for my freedom. Thousands of White Crosses line the fields with those who have given thier lives that we may be free!
This Poem was written by my Grandfather and is very dear to me.
Side Note: In the poem my grandfather mentioned "Bob." I have heard a lot about Bob ,who was a good friend of my grandfather, and thought I might share the story of a fallen American Hero. Robert Miller McTureous earned the Medal of Honor for Heroic actions in the line of duty. The corpsmen were those who would go find the injuried and take them to the medical ships. The did not carry guns and wore red crosses on thier uniforms. The Japanese were hiding in a cave and shoting at these corpsmen. Bob got really angry about it and filled his shirt with granades and ran on to enemy lines and began throwing the granades in the cave to kill the Japanese. He was then shot across the stomach with a machine gun. His intestines started to come out and he held his hand over them and then crawled back across the line to get more granades. He went back to the cave and finshed killing the rest of the people in the cave. He then crawled back to safty where he was taken to a medical ship and died a few days later of his injuries. I think this story is amazing because not only did he try to get everyone in the cave but he went back after being very badly injuried. The cost of freedom is high. We have lost many couragous men like McTureous and I am glad we have Memorial Day to remeber them and thank Heavenly Father for thier brave actions to keep us safe.