Honoring Veterans Every Day

Veteran’s Day is truly a day to be celebrated.  Megan and I are patriots, hence our name Two Liberty Belles.  We are so thankful to veterans for the freedoms that we’ve been given.  It is because of those brave men and women, because of their sacrifice, that we enjoy those freedoms today.  Veterans have been around since the birth of our country.  In 1776, it was Captain Nathan Hale, a 21 year old soldier who was captured and hanged by the British, that said, ” I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.”  That is a common attitude among veterans, and we are all the more blessed by it.

Megan and I have some veterans really close to our hearts.  Our Dad was in the Navy, my father-in-law Dave was in the Army, and Megan’s husband’s dad John (he died when Chris was young) was in the Army.  This was during the Vietnam War.  Chris’s dad John was Seventh-Day Adventist, so he was exempted from the draft.  However, he served our country as a medic, which his religion allowed.  My father-in-law and John Hanks both suffered terribly from the horrors that they witnessed.  Their lives were forever changed by the war. Back then, not much was known about PTSD, so they suffered in silence.  Sadly, Vietnam veterans did not experience the hero’s welcome that World War II veterans did, either.  We owe them all a deep debt of gratitude.

Dave Brott
John Hanks

Our paternal Great Grandpa Fazakerley (also named Frank, like our grandpa) was a career Army man. He served in both World War I and World War II.  His son Art was in the Navy (which is I think why our Dad chose the Navy).  Our maternal Grandpa, Newt Cunningham, was in the Navy too.  We have the coolest pictures of him on leave in Honolulu.  Unfortunately, we don’t have pictures of our Dad in his uniform.  Since Megan and I both wore his Navy uniform for Halloween when we were 13, that tells you how small he was.

Newt Cunningham

Nowadays, it is so hard to imagine 18 year old boys (some younger lied about their age) signing up to fight as they did during World War II.  I think we owe it to current and future generations to teach them about the sacrifices that have been made by brave men and women.  There are so many excellent books and movies that portray what veterans experienced.  The DVD series “Band of Brothers” and “The Pacific” are great.  I know I’ve mentioned these books before, but Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand and In Harm’s Way by Doug Stanton are riveting.  I just finished reading Lucky 666 by Bob Drury and Tom Clavin and I just can’t believe what soldiers went through!  The brotherhood of soldiers reminds me of the verse, “Greater love hath no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” -John 15:13

We must not forget the members of today’s military.  Let us not let them suffer in silence as the veterans of yesteryear.  I am a proud donor of The Wounded Warrior Project and I encourage everyone to think about donating.  The Wounded Warrior Project stands behind veterans and gives them support on the long road of recovery.  For just $19 a month, you can make a difference in the lives of veterans and their families.  If interested, visit www.woundedwarriorproject.org.  By the way, I’m not being paid to advertise for them!

Though Veteran’s Day has come and gone, let’s remember why we have veterans in the first place, and celebrate them everyday.

“We fight not to enslave, but to set a country free, and to make room upon the earth for honest men to live in.”

-Thomas Paine, The American Crisis, No. 4, September 12, 1777

God bless our beloved veterans and God Bless America!





September 11

Today is September 11.  One of those days that bring back lots of memories and emotions…almost all of them not very pleasant.  Most people remember what happened on this day sixteen years ago very clearly.  All of the details remain startlingly clear in my memory…where I was when I first heard a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers, who I was with as I watched another plane hit the second twin tower, and the sick feeling in my stomach as I wondered what was going to happen next.  I worked as a secretary at my church and watched it all unfold on tv with other church staff members.  It was so surreal and scary, and I pray that our country never witnesses such horror unfold again.

But it is also a day that makes me feel proud to be an American.  And besides the 4th of July, there is perhaps no other day that stirs such intense feelings of patriotism in my heart.  In the midst of the destruction and evil committed by people with a deep hatred for our country, so many stories unfolded of brave men and women sacrificing their very lives for the sake of their fellow man.  I think of all of the firemen and first responders who ran into a burning building knowing they were probably going to die, but doing so out of selfless love and sacrificial duty.  I think of the men and women on United Flight 93 that stormed the cockpit and forced the plane to crash so that it wouldn’t be used as a weapon on another building.  I think of all of the men and women who rushed to enlist in the armed forces to defend our land.  Can you imagine their fear?  Can you imagine the courage and bravery all of these people must have possessed?  I can’t.  I just can’t even imagine.  And I am so incredibly grateful for them.  They are heroes in my eyes.  They are the epitome of love, courage, and utter selflessness.  How humbled I am to know that their ultimate sacrifice was for me, for you, for us.

America isn’t perfect.  As a nation, we have our sins, flaws, and shortcomings.  There are many things that we could probably do better.  But isn’t that each one of us?  We all fall short.  We all sin.  We all could do better.  Despite this, I believe most people have a decent nature…one that is kind and good and willing to help out a neighbor or even a stranger.  Similarly, America isn’t perfect, but we have some of the most giving, generous, compassionate citizens this side of heaven.  September 11, 2001 is the perfect example.  As Governor George Pataki put it, “On that terrible day, a nation became a neighborhood, all Americans became New Yorkers.”  So if you ever have any doubt about the heart of this country and the symbolism of our flag, remember all of the heroes of September 11.  And be proud to be an American.


Happy Presidents Day!

Today is President’s Day, and though most people think it synonymous with mid-winter break from school, it’s much more than that. It’s the day we celebrate the birth of two amazing men, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Our first president and our sixteenth, they were indispensable to the formation of our great country. I truly believe that they were chosen by God, instruments doing His will. Washington and Lincoln were ordinary men who accomplished extraordinary things, proof that God can use anyone for His purposes. Though they each suffered hardships, one cannot help but see God’s guidance and blessing upon their lives.
George Washington was born on February 22, 1732. He was largely self-taught, having only the equivalent of an elementary education. His father died when he was 11, so his half-brother Lawrence became a father figure. He also had three siblings that died before adulthood. In 1751, George traveled with Lawrence to Barbados, hoping the climate would help Lawrence’s tuberculosis. While in Barbados, George contracted smallpox. This, however, immunized him against the disease.
Here are some facts: George did not wear a wig (as many thought), but had red hair and powdered it. He had great physical strength and Jefferson called him “the best horseman of his age.” When measured for his coffin, he was 6 feet 3 ½ inches.  Most people have heard that Washington had false teeth (but they were not wooden!) At the time of his presidency, he possessed only one of his own teeth. Historians think he lost his teeth due to mercury oxide, which was probably given to him for smallpox. He was in constant pain because of his dental problems. When he said the presidential oath on April 30, 1789, he added the words, ”so help me God.”
One of the things that my Dad told me about Washington was that he was shot many times in battle, but never hit. There were bullet holes in his jacket, but never in his flesh. He always rode a white horse and led his men into battle, so imagine what an imposing figure (and target) he made. God saved him for a higher purpose.
Abraham Lincoln was born on February 12, 1809. He, like Washington, was self-taught and had physical strength as well. As a young child, the only book he had to read was the Bible, which he read many times over. Lincoln had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He is the only president in American history to hold a patent, which was for a curious-looking wooden ship.
Tall, clumsy, and homely, Abraham Lincoln had an uphill battle in life. He was born into a poor farming family, and he hated farming. People did not take him seriously because of looks. He educated himself, became a lawyer, and eventually entered politics. Lincoln lost five elections before he became president. Instead of getting discouraged, he turned every opportunity into a learning experience. His faith in God guided him throughout his life. Leo Tolstoy called him “a Christ in miniature.”
Lincoln suffered much grief in his life. His mother died when he was nine and his sister died ten years later. At the age of 20, his fiancée died. Lincoln and his wife Mary Todd had four sons, three of which died. Only one son lived past the age of 18. Grief and depression engulfed him much of his life, but he kept his faith throughout. During the Civil War, he prayed for God’s will and guidance. Is there any question why we still celebrate Abraham Lincoln today?

There are so many similarities between George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Though they were born 77 years apart and were not on the earth at the same time, they were God’s stewards. Common traits were humility, honesty, hard-working, perseverance, and integrity. They each were given immense responsibilities in the formation of our country, and that responsibility weighed heavily upon them. Though their paths were not easy, they had God’s hand upon them. That’s what’s so interesting about history: seeing God use ordinary men to execute His divine plan. May we remember these great men and seek to emulate them!