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Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day

Today is a national holiday. From the looks of it, people are enjoying it. Planting gardens, riding bikes, kicking back. But what about Sponsorship Monday? I decided to hold off this week and honor for Memorial Day for its true intent. Look for it next week when I'll feature an e-content sponsorship deal that Rox Darling and Susan Bratton collaborated on. It's an excellent model.

In the spirit of Memorial Day I'd like to honor my father, James Robert Martin, who entered the Unites States Navy at the age of 17. Having grown up a coal miner's son in West Virginia, he begged his mother to give her permission to send him into war. I like to believe he felt his fortunes were improved by war, considering his conditions. My grandmother would later tell me it was the most painful decision of her life signing her underage son into combat. He served with honor on the USS Flasher as an electrician's assistant, decorated twice. It was a gunboat that sank more Japanese tonnage than any in the US fleet.

He survived the war. Returned home. Packed his belongings and made his way to Detroit to study at the General Motors Institute. GM offered generous packages to young men coming out of the war who had mastered technical skills. It was his ticket to the American dream.

Thanks to my father and all the men and women out there with similar stories. It's important to set aside a day for all of us living in freedom to remember its price.



3 comments:

Roxanne Darling said...

I am discovering we have more in common that I realized. Today's Beach Walks is originally from 2006 - and is a Memorial Day tribute to my father, who also served as a young man in WWII, and who ended at at Ford seeking his fortunes.

It is also dedicated to my friend Eric, who has done two tours of Iraq.

I've linked my name to the episode.

Thanks for taking time for a pause in blog as usual.

Mpther Earth said...

I can't imagine sending a son off to war, we joke that my son inherited his extremely flat feet for that reason. I truly admire the duty a young man feels to defend his country - I just can't fathom the loss or pain it causes along the way

My first husband worked for Ford - for one day - the first year we were married.

How strange is that.

gregory said...

wonder if any woman in a few years will talk about iraq and her father's participation in it as his door to the american dream

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