EARTH MEETS SKY HERE.
On this Memorial Day weekend, I have come to this hilltop cemetery outside of my hometown of Vesta in southwestern Minnesota to remember.
I walk the rows, between the tombstones, lean in close, read the names, memories only a thought away.
My focus is on my father and the other veterans buried here whose names I know, whose stories of war I will never fully know.
How did they feel leaving family and farm? Were they scared? Were they honored to serve their country? Did they yearn for home as they shouldered their weapons? Did they leave as boys, come home as men? Were they scarred by war, forever changed?
I wondered as strong prairie winds whipped flags attached to white wooden crosses. So many flags. So many graves of men who’ve served.
If only I’d asked them to tell me their stories, these men whom I’d never thought of as soldiers, until I saw their graves marked by crosses and stars and American flags.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling