On a quieter than usual Memorial Day, my wife and I attended the parade and ensuing ceremony in the steps of the American Legion Hall with no other spcial plans. In our very small Long Island town, the parade itself was tiny and brief, a shadow of the giant memorial day parades I marched in as a kid in Queens that had hundreds of boy scouts, cub scouts, school marching bands, civic associations, ⁰and rows and rows of veterans marching.
This one though by far was the most poignant. Pastors from two local churches offered prayers, pur.parish priest read the names of each veteran in our tiny town who died in combat from the civil war going forward (in total about 20 names). The surnames frequently were well.known in this town since colonial times and are names of streets. The final name everyone knew and his dad spoke.
Lt. Joseph Theinert died in Afghanistan when he protected his unit by attempting to disable an i.e.d. that exploded before he could disarm it, killing him. His dad spoke of Joey, who always wanted to serve, lead, and protect dating back to his school days as a student leader. He then read a letter that Joey wrote and left on his laptop that was written to his family in case he died in combat. As the words his dad read brought Joey back to.lige for a few minutes, i thought of the entire list of soldiers who had perished, then flashed to the 58,000 who died in Vietnam, those entombed in the USS Arizona, and Normandy, and every other military conflict. Mostly young men with much to live and give in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Strongpoint Theinert Ranch, Albuquerque NM
Joey loved to hike the mountains of New Mexico with his dad. His family started a charity, creating a camp for military veterans needing a break from the adjustments to.civilian life. It is now on the list of charities we support, which just seems way not enough considering his and others ultimate sacrifice.
God bless them all and God bless America.