While we honor all vets on Veteran’s Day, there are some who are special to us. First is my father, Albert Perkins Reidhead. He served in the Merchant Marines in the South Pacific from about 1942 – 1945.
My brother, LTC Floyd Randall Harris (allegedly retired) is off again on another mission. He spent a year in Iraq. Now he’s heading to Alaska. (I think you can figure out which one is my brother and which one is the general)!
My friend Tim Rich was one of the early Navy Seals. Tim lost a battle with a fatal brain tumor last fall. My “sister” Alicia, who is in charge of her school’s annual salute to vets, last year ended the day in tears. Tim was always the star of her show. One day I hope Tim’s family will start investigating his service – or the remaining records. Once he told me he did such horrible things in the service of his country and for freedom that he was afraid his children would never forgive him if they knew about his deeds. Tim was never ashamed of what he did, nor the fact that he did them. He was haunted for many years, until he found Peace through Christ.