The Bracelet

In 1972, I was living in Tampa, Florida. PJ, the dad of my older sons, was stationed at McDill AFB.  The Vietnam war was still ongoing;  a war that began in 1955, the first US combat troops were deployed on March 8, 1965 by President Johnson and US involvement ended in 1973. 

In 1970, two college students came up with the idea to remember American prisoners of war suffering in captivity. Through their California student group called Voices in Vital America they sold bracelets of plated nickel, or copper, each with a POW or MIA service member’s name stamped on it. 

The bracelets sold for $2.50 and $3.00 respectively and over 5 million were sold. The hope was to bring awareness to the POW’s in Vietnam, so that they would not be forgotten.  The promise of the purchaser was to wear the bracelet until the POW listed on it returned home or their remains were returned home. 

PJ bought mine on the base in 1972 –  Capt W. W. Hail.   At the time, the only thing I knew about him was that he was missing, presumed captured  August 2, 1965. 

In 1973 when the US ended its involvement in Vietnam. As American’s returned, the newspapers would publish the names. I would check the names but he was not listed. After a time, the news about Vietnam POW/MIA waned and news stories dwindled, but I continued to wear my bracelet. 

I wore it into the late 70’s when we lived in Anchorage, AK at Elmendorf AFB.  By this time the finish had rubbed off on the inside and it began to irritate my skin, so I lined it with white fabric canvas-like medical tape.  I wore my bracelet until early 1980 when it broke in half while putting it on. 

Over the years, there were many investigations and committees formed to ascertain whether there were still US servicemen in Southeast Asia in captivity. It would make the news for a while and then fade. 

In the late 90’s teams of US and Vietnam specialists would interview villagers at potential crash sites. Through these interviews with witnesses a crash site was located in July 1998 and human remains were recovered. They were later identified as Colonel Lester Holmes missing since May 1967. His remains were finally returned to his family in 2004. His son had a silver MIA bracelet with his dad’s name he placed in his coffin. 

It was around this time I decided to search the internet for information on Capt Hail. I found the website for the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund ( www.vvmf.org) and I searched. There I found him, with all the details of his birth, his hometown, the location of his name on the wall and a picture of him. He was still listed as MIA and he had been promoted to Lt Colonel. I made a comment on his page on April 9, 2005 along with about 15 others before me, some of whom also wore his bracelet.

I brought my bracelet into work as there was a man here that did some soldering to see if he could fix it but he said because of the shape and the tension to take it on and off the weld would not hold. 

Fast forward to 2016. I received an email from a Dr. Thompson at the Palm Springs Air Museum in California. He had seen my comment on the VVMF site (along with many others) and was contacting people to see if they would be interested in donating their bracelet to the museum bracelet display. He said,”Palm Springs Air Museum is now accepting Vietnam POW/MIA Bracelets for the new General Ken Miles Vietnam Hangar. VIVA (Voices in Vital America) distributed some five million bracelets in the early 70s for people to wear to bring attention to the thousands of missing Americans in Vietnam. The Vietnam POW/MIA Bracelet Display consists of the following: Display Wall (8 feet by 24 feet) with 715 plaques honoring 715 POWs – Display Case displaying the MIA and POW bracelet donations . In addition to the 715 POWs, there were another 2646 MIAs. (We now have some 250 bracelets in our Display Case).”

I was immediately interested.  I wanted my bracelet, that I had held onto for some 44 years, to be permanently held in someplace special.  I went to my jewelry box to retrieve it and it was not there.  I searched for days, I checked with the guy I had asked to repair it, thinking I never got it back, not there. I searched my office…nothing.  One thing I knew for sure, I did not throw it away. 

I finally gave up, but over the next several years I would occasionally search for spots that I would hide special things.  Still nothing.  Then a few months ago, I was completing information for renewing my passport.  I opened a file that had old passports in it and there was my bracelet!

I wrote to Dr. Thompson and after apologizing for replying seven years later, I asked if they would still accept my bracelet even though it was broken.  He wrote, “Yes we do, Trish! Glad you found it – that prayer to St. Anthony must have helped. I have someone who repairs our bracelets as well. By the way – we now have over 2,000 bracelets in our collection.”

So today, 51 years after first putting it on, I taped together my POW bracelet and took a picture of it.  I placed it in a metal box and sent it to the Palm Springs Air Museum Bracelet Display.  There it will be repaired and put on display with a brief history of LTC William Warren Hail and information about the bracelet’s history.

I told Dr. Thompson thank you and I appreciate the fact my bracelet will be kept where it will be honored as it was too precious to just let it go elsewhere, or forbid that someone would toss it after I am long gone.

LTC William Warren Hail is still listed as MIA.

Miracles

I have given miracles a lot of thought while traveling the past few weeks. I was trying to sort out what I believe. When I thought of miracles I was thinking of the great ones Yeshua performed, healing the sick and raising the dead.

I wondered if these miracles happen today? I have heard people tell stories of going to third world countries and witnessing such healings, but I, the constant questioner of things I cannot see, have doubts. I surely have prayed for miraculous healings, for great supernatural showing of power to overthrow injustice and evil, but my eyes have not seen.

As I pondered these thoughts, I realized I still wanted to say, I believe in miracles but wonder if the time for the extremely awesome and breathtaking ones has passed.

Then I realized. There are no monumental or small miracles… everyday is a miracle. It is miraculous that not by my own power, I can turn a knob and clean fresh water comes from the tap, that I flip a plastic switch and I have light, or that I can reach the world from a small 4×6 device that I hold in my hand.

Last week I traveled from one side of the country to the other in a large metal tube with wings. It weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds yet it lifted into the air like a leaf blowing in the wind and took me thousands of miles in a few short hours.

The week before that I witnessed a huge rainbow that stretched across the sky over the Pacific Ocean. It filled me with a sense of awe and wonder of the beauty of this world. It took me above the fray on the ground to see the bigger picture of life.

Life, life is a miracle. The very fact that we are here on this earth is a testament to miracles. My ancestors going back thousands of years survived extreme hardships, famines, wars, diseases and countless other obstacles to produce offspring that finally resulted in my birth. I have read that the odds that I am here living on earth is in the trillions. The same holds true for all the over eight billion people in the world. That is one enormous miracle.

Yes, I believe in Miracles.

Sixty Years Ago ~ November 22, 1963

The assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

It was just a few months after my 8th birthday. I was in the second grade and we lived at 1111 So Fifth Street, Conroe, TX.

It was a Friday. I was on the school bus going home. My bus stop was at the corner of Silverdale and Fifth Street. As I was getting off the bus the driver told me.

It is one of those events that you never forget where you were when you heard. I remember stepping down the three short steps of the bus, the walk down the block to our house, my mother’s tears, the shock and the sadness.

President Kennedy was buried the following Monday. There was no school that day and I watched the funeral on a black and white TV with the rest of my family.

Hard to believe sixty years have passed. It was in the beginning of the sixties, it was the beginning of a decade of changes; civil rights movement, feminism, the sexual revolution, war protests, countercultural revolutions, and assassinations. .

Just five years later in the summer before my 13th birthday on April 4, 1968 and June 6, 1968, first Martin Luther King, Jr and then Robert F. Kennedy were assassinated. As I watched the news, I sadly realized that real evil exists in the world and hate destroys.

Now I have reached the age where I wonder if anything has really changed for the better in my lifetime.

As I remember those brave and inspiring men who stood for change I wonder if they died in vain because we as a nation are still divided, we still see our fellow citizens as enemies, we still hate and real evil still exists.

Nicknames

In my lifetime, I have had several nicknames. Thankfully one from my childhood I have out grown and others still make me smile.

By my immediately family, I was called Sissy as a child. I think it was an old southern thing, my maternal grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Wright, was know as “Sister” by her family until she died and our name for her was “Grandma Sissy.” This is the name, I am thankful I outgrew although occasionally my mother would still use it.

The other name was given me by my grandfather, Wallace Van Houten. He called me “Patty-Watty.” He called me that until the day he died and I cherished it. He was the only person that called me “Patty-Watty” and it was a special name that denoted the affection he had for me. 

I still have little scrapes of paper and envelopes where he wrote notes later in life for the things he wanted to give me, they read “for Patty-Watty.” One such envelope is in a drawer with miscellaneous jewelry. I see it most every day and it always makes me smile.

I also inherited many photo albums that belonged to my grandfather and in each one with my picture, young or old it’s labeled “Patty-Watty.”

My grandfather took many videos of us as children. In his retirement years he spent hours playing them from old big reels onto VHS tapes. He narrates throughout and identifies people in the videos. It makes me smile when I hear him say, “Look who that is there, it’s Patty-Watty. She’s the sweetest little girl.”

Three Things

1. Chris and I saw the movie ‘Golda’ yesterday. It is about Golda Meir and the Yom Kippur war in 1973. There was a lot of original footage.

It was especially poignant as it mirrored so many current events. Fifty years since the Yom Kippur War, and nothing much has changed in the players.

Israel is attacked – Israel fights back and defends itself —- other nations call for Israel’s restraint and apply pressure for ceasefire. Repeat. Again and again.

Ecclesiastes 1:9 says:What has happened before will happen again. What has been done before will be done again. There is nothing new in the whole world.

2. Below is a blog post from a lady that lives in Israel and writes under the name Forest Rain. Her writing touches my heart.

“Israel was soft with Gaza so they assumed we have no honor.

They broke into our homes, raped, tortured, burned, broke and butchered our people.

And in between, they opened our refrigerators, sat down at our tables and ate our food.

We don’t do all those horrible things.

But we will prove to them and everyone watching that we meant it when we said Never Again.

And that is why now we are in their homes.”

3. I read this X post from a journalist who watched the latest videos released by the Israeli government on the atrocities from October 7. It is so graphic and horrifying I will only post the text of the link here. If you dare to read it, remove the 3 x’s from the beginning then copy and paste into your browser.

xxxhttps://twitter.com/mrconfino/status/1724385046583234841?s=42&t=spSFBepIihN0cBLE1qt4Mw

“For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent, for Jerusalem’s sake I will not remain quiet, till her righteousness shines out like the dawn, her salvation like a blazing torch.” ~Isaiah 62:1

I am here.

These radicals and terrorists are fueled by hate and indifference to life. Israel is like a mother defending her children. When attacked, mothers from all species will fiercely defend their young. Who would expect any less?

I sit often in disbelief in what is happening around the world… the world’s shock turned to blame, blame to animosity, animosity to hate.

So many times I’ve heard ‘Never Again’ and here we are AGAIN!!

My eyes do not want to see anymore, my ears to not want to hear anymore. My heart wants to stop aching. My only hope is to trust in God, his word says…

“Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you — the Lord is your shade at your right hand. The Lord will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life.” ~ Psalm 121:4-5; 7

More Gratitude for Veterans

November 11: Veterans Day in The US, Armistice Day and Remembrance Day in UK, Canada and other countries.

A time to honor and recognize the men and women who have served to protect the freedoms for which we all have benefited – our freedoms,  and the freedom of people all around the world.

They have sacrificed, they did so for love of their countries, with a sense of honor and pride. Their devotion for the countries they served does not fade.  They are a noble group, a very small percentage of our population who answered the call to serve.

I did some research and found that those currently serving (active duty) in the US Military, all branches, comprises (.4%) less than ONE HALF of ONE PERCENT of the population of the United States. In 1970 during the Vietnam War it was only 1.4%.

Today there are 18.2 million veterans living in the US going back to WWII. So total the percent of US veterans still living is just 6.4% of the US population.

They truly are, and were, the select, the brave and the few who sacrificed so much for the protection and security of the 99.6% of the rest of us.

They are the shield standing between us and those who want to destroy us. My promise is to honor and remember them everyday and keep them always on my heart and in my prayers.

In All Things Give Thanks

It is November, and I am thankful for all things in my life. I often take this month to to take a special accounting of all the blessings in my life, whether they be large and small, and I share them each day. However, this year my heart feels heavy. I still remind myself everyday, I am just finding it hard to share when so many are suffering.

My hope in the future is waning and it seems everyday there is more and more discourse, more incidents that indicate we as a society are in trouble. I cannot escape the sense of foreboding or shut out the noise, the hate, or the insanity that I am bombarded with everyday, as it seems it is now every moment of everyday.

Truly, lately, I feel as the old hymn says…”This world is not my home.” and daily I am telling myself that, ” I am just passing through.”

Today two posts from the past expressions of gratitude brought me some peace. They reminded me that even in all the chaos around me and in the world, there is still so much to be thankful for. I can still count my blessings and be thankful when others are struggling. I do so with a humble heart knowing that I have done nothing to deserve even one blessing or even my next breath.

The first post follows this simple instruction from Psalm 69 says, “…praise the name of God with Song”… meaning to worship. When I sing and praise God it lifts my spirit, it eases my deep sighs and fill my heart with gratitude.

I will praise the name of God with song, And exalt Him with thanksgiving.Psalm 69:30 NASB

“I have learned that in every circumstance that comes my way, I can choose to respond in one of two ways: I can whine or I can worship! And I can’t worship without giving thanks. It just isn’t possible. When we choose the pathway of worship and giving thanks, especially in the midst of difficult circumstances, there is a fragrance, a radiance, that issues forth out of our lives to bless the Lord and others.” ~Nancy Leigh DeMoss

The second post was more personal, of all the gifts I have received, my sons are among the greatest. They are unique and each one touches my heart in different way.

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ~ Marcel Proust

This picture, taken in 1999, makes me smile each time I see it and I see it everyday. These three people are the ones that make me happy and bring joy to my heart. ❤️

It is November, a month for giving thanks. I thank God for everything because He has given me Everything.