Veterans of WWII

In High School I took a vocational class in Printing. I learned how to set type on a Linotype Machine. It was a high paying blue collar job, and I became good at it. Much later I would become an owner in a type setting company.

There were veterans from WWII working in my company that I came to admire and trust. Most of them carried the scars of war both physically and mentally. I want to tell you about some of them.

Bob was in the First Marine Division and landed at Guadalcanal to take Henderson field so the Air Force could land planes and fight from there. The enemy cut their supply line and they ran out of everything. Bob was forced to eat raw fish for weeks and said: “I can never eat fish again, cooked or not.”

Bob walked with a limp and carried shrapnel in his legs. He was the only veteran that would talk about his experiences. I once brought a photo book to work on the Guadalcanal Landing, and Bob was quick to tell me about his part in it. The downside came with his mood swings. He would have periods of anger over the smallest remarks. I, and the others knew to allow him space and time for recovery. Bob was a good man put into a terrible war. He died young, in his forties. Just sat down on the floor and died, I still miss him.

Les was a Linotype operator, and a Medic in WWII. He landed with the troops on Iwo Jima. He would say very little about his war experiences. He did mention that he saw them raise the American Flag on Mount Suribachi. Les said: “the flag they raised was very small, not like the one you see in the Memorial.”

Les was quite and withdrawn, but like Bob, could get angry over small things. Les helped me in my early day of typesetting while working for another company. When I got my own company I hired him to work for me. He was my teacher for running and fixing the Linotype Machine. I learned a lot from Les.

Shirley (male) said almost nothing about his war experiences. I did learn he caught Malaria in the jungles of Borneo, and still took medicine. He was really quite and withdrawn. Spent his time “marking up” jobs for the plant and avoiding conversations with others.

I have always had great respect for the veterans of foreign wars. They forever deserve our thanks and gratitude.

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After the War

After WWII was over the solders came home. My mother was careful, and warned us kids not to bother them. She seemed afraid of them. But there was a former solder living in our neighborhood named Claude. He would play with us and seemed safe enough though my mother disapproved.

Claude was a former Ranger in the service. He did not talk about his war experiences, but was quick to tell us the large dimple in his cheek was due to an enemy bullet flying into one side and out the other. He remarked: “wish my mouth had been open, wouldn’t have lost my teeth.”

We mostly played “hide and seek” or “tag” with Claude. We could never catch him. When we got close once, I saw him grasp the rain downspout on his house, climb it, run across the roof, and jump to the ground on the other side leaving us far behind.

Later I learned Claude was a deeply spiritual person. I think that made a big difference in how he managed to endure the horrors of war. He later moved away and we heard he became a successful businessman.

As I grew older and joined the work-a-day world, I would meet other veterans who didn’t fare as well as Claude. Veterans that carried mental as well as physical scars with them for the rest of their lives. That will be a future post on the War.

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Military People

I grew up during World War II, in all the ways a person can. The mood was sober and concentrated, but people were friendly for the most part. Military people were held in high esteem. They got the free meals and the best seats, no one complained. Their lives were on the line for us and we knew it. Solders with their thumbs up on the highway were never passed, and usually taken straight to their destination. It was a far different world than today.

I helped my brother throw a morning newspaper route. Then, in the evenings get out my little red wagon, and collect newspapers, metal, especially aluminum to take to school where there was a large bin to hold them. They were picked up and recycled for the war effort.

It was not uncommon the see a Jeep with two uniformed officers driving down our street. Everyone knew that another family was receiving a Gold Star and news of the loss of a loved one. I also collected money for recent Gold Star families for a wreath to put on their door. Most everyone did something for the war effort. The whole country felt the weight of the war.

I post this for Veterans Day on November 11, to remind us of the sacrifices of military people who willingly lay down their lives for us and the cause of freedom. May we never allow anyone to attack our system of Constitutional Law.

Veterans Day November 11.

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Questioning My Religion

When I was young, I had no choice. I went to Sunday School and Church. I belonged to a protestant church, in a small neighborhood. Even at an early age I began to question the doctrine. Questioning the doctrine of “The Trinity” got me sent to the pastor. After some discussion I was told to simply “believe it, or end up in hell.”

The doctrine of salvation was another big question. How could believing Jesus was God and, He died for our sins save me from eternal hell? Didn’t I have to do something, feel something. It was easy to say “yes, I believe,” however that didn’t make me feel any different than before. I was missing something, but no one seemed to have the answer that worked for me.

Religion made me plenty afraid of going to hell. So afraid I had nightmares and would wake up crying and shaking. I had given my heart to God dozens of times by going down to the front. It didn’t help, the fear got worse.

I went to different churches, and studied different religions. This did help me with the fear. I learned not all churches, or religions believed in hell. But the nagging fear remained. When I returned to college I took “Religion” as a minor. “Old Testament,” “New Testament,” “Comparative Religions,” “Religion Founders,” are some of the classes I attended. Here I lost most of my fear, but what about spirituality. I still didn’t know what to believe about an afterlife, if there was such a thing.

Further studied revealed that most people do believe in an afterlife. But there was no consensus on what this afterlife might be. Some believed in God, and some not so much. From many different people I learned many different things about how the afterlife was supposed to work. But most just said “I don’t know.” I was confused. But I never gave up studying the question of spirituality and the afterlife.

Then the answer to this question came to me in the form of a heart attack. I was 49-years-old at the time, this heart attack and subsequent “Near Death Experience” started a spiritual journey that continues to this day. I found out what I was supposed to learn in church, and to do with my life. When I did it I felt the results of my efforts.

What I had missed going to church was now evident, bright and bold in my mind. It was Jesus, not believing Him to be God, or not God. Rather believing and following His teachings. It was very important to heed and do what He preached. Jesus knew about spirituality, He knew about the afterlife, and He knew exactly how our Creator wanted us to live our life.

Jesus’ basic teaching is Love. Love your enemies, your neighbors, those that hate you, those that use you, cheat you, just love everyone. Serve those in need. Feed the hungry, visit the sick, and those in prison, give to those that ask of you do not turn them away. That is exactly the kind of unconditional love that surrounded me and held me in my near death experience. It is exactly the kind of unconditional love thousands of other near death experiencers also feel. It is the love our Creator feels for us, and the love we are to feel for each other.

I called myself a Christian for years. All you had to do was join the church and you were a Christian. Now the word Christian means “a follower of Jesus” to me. This set the bar a lot higher, and over the years I have tried to reach those heights on a daily basis. No more judging, ridiculing, or belittling others. No more exaggerating, or overstating my deeds, only the simple truth will do. Choosing carefully to support leaders who are truthful in their words.

After my experience I worked in Hospice care, and attended spiritual groups where I helped others. Eventually I started a website on near death experiences and a blog. These sites are my contribution to mankind. I know they helped others because they tell me.

So if you want a happy and joy fulfilled life then follow the teachings of Jesus. You will be amazed at how well it works.

If you had a spiritual experience I would really like to hear about it. You can type your NDE or other spiritual experience here. If you would like to read more near death experiences. Some NDE are not positive if you wish to know about them.

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