Yesterday I shared a little about the special Memorial Day banquet…
An event that prison officials let all those who are military veterans attend, if they want to. I went and I had a good time.
It was good for me to have all of yesterday to rest. Many of us, who would normally be at our work assignments on Mondays, had the day off. Our gathering was held from 8:30 a.m. to 2:45 p.m. I was able to spend time talking amongst my friends and reminiscing.
I usually don't get to spend any quality time with most of these men, as they are not Christians, and so they almost never attend services in the chapel. So it was good for me to be at this Memorial banquet to represent Jesus Christ.
God worked in mysterious ways, too. For the handful of guys who were sitting at the same dinner table with me, actually asked me to say grace before we ate. Only one other man at the table was a Christian. I guess a day like today humbles people as it causes us to think about those who gave their lives and to remember those who died and why. It was a heavy price!
I served three years in the Army. I had more emotional stability during this period of my life than prior to my enlistment at age eighteen. But when I got out of the service and returned to New York City, shortly thereafter my life took a turn for the worst, and here I am 25 years later.
When I returned from my thirteen-month tour of duty in South Korea, I was then assigned as a clerk typist to a basic training unit at Fort Knox, Kentucky. I spent my remaining eighteen months here at Fort Knox until my three-year term was finished.
D.B.
It was good for me to have all of yesterday to rest. Many of us, who would normally be at our work assignments on Mondays, had the day off. Our gathering was held from 8:30 a.m. to 2:45 p.m. I was able to spend time talking amongst my friends and reminiscing.
I usually don't get to spend any quality time with most of these men, as they are not Christians, and so they almost never attend services in the chapel. So it was good for me to be at this Memorial banquet to represent Jesus Christ.
God worked in mysterious ways, too. For the handful of guys who were sitting at the same dinner table with me, actually asked me to say grace before we ate. Only one other man at the table was a Christian. I guess a day like today humbles people as it causes us to think about those who gave their lives and to remember those who died and why. It was a heavy price!
I served three years in the Army. I had more emotional stability during this period of my life than prior to my enlistment at age eighteen. But when I got out of the service and returned to New York City, shortly thereafter my life took a turn for the worst, and here I am 25 years later.
When I returned from my thirteen-month tour of duty in South Korea, I was then assigned as a clerk typist to a basic training unit at Fort Knox, Kentucky. I spent my remaining eighteen months here at Fort Knox until my three-year term was finished.
D.B.
