
Today is the offical Veteran's Day on the calendar, but we all know when it really began on Nov 11, 1918. My Uncle Grady was in northeastern France during the final offensive of WWI. He was killed on his birthday, Nov 5. The assault was moving so fast at that stage that many of the KIA's where just picked up and thrown into a quickly dug trench with the intention of coming back for them later. Only when they came back, lessons were learned about how hard it would be to identify them and give them a respectful burial. The battlefield cemetery where he was moved has his name on a tablet of the chapel, but his grave is one of the many unidentified. His cemetery is one of those selected where unidentified were exhumed for the purpose of bringing home a soldier for the Tomb of the Unknown to represent all of those lost in the war. He could just as easily have been the one chosen. My grandparents and mother didn't even know what happened to him until 1923 when after many inquiries, they received a letter from a soldier who saw him go down. The MIA bracelet reminds us that not all have come home. Lt. John Ryder was an O1 pilot, Mike 81, of the 21st TASS out of Cam Ranh Bay, who was lost on 9 June 1970 about 50 miles NW of Pleiku. His remains were finally located and given a proper burial in 1995. His observer, Capt. Barry Hilbrich, remains classified as missing and presumed killed in action. We will never be able to account for all of our war dead, but we can give them the highest respect and honor by making certain that what they gave us will not be wasted by giving up our freedoms. Thomas Jefferson wrote that a government that can give you everything, can also take it away. Remember those who paid the price. JR