A Hero Is Called Home

Friday afternoon, October 2, at approximately 5:00pm, an American Hero was called home.  He is my Great Uncle Bruce.  Born in a small farming community in central Iowa, Bruce was a boy when the United States was attacked on Dec. 7, 1941.  His father had taken him, his sister (my grandmother), and several other kids sledding that morning after Sunday School.  At the age of 17, he wanted to enlist in the Marines, but great-grandma wouldn't have it.

So Bruce was drafted into the Army, in a delayed deployment program that was going to send him to college prior to deployment and then bring him in as a 2nd Lieutenant.  But just a couple of days before Bruce was to begin classes at the University of Oklahoma, the whole program was cancelled, and he was on his way to Europe. 

When he crossed the Channel, he landed at Utah Beach (not on D-Day) and began the move through.  He was captured during the Battle of the Bulge and taken to Stalag 12A in Germany as a P.O.W.  On April 12, 1945, the Stalag was liberated by the English 7th Armoured Division.  Until his passing, Bruce still had the boots and uniform that were provided by the 7th upon liberation-the first change of cloths or shoes since early January at his capture. 

Bruce was awarded 2 purple hearts and 2 bronze stars for his service. 

After returning home, he met a wonderful woman, who would become his wife for over 52 years.  They had one son, and two grand-daughters; the oldest of which was married two weeks ago.  Bruce was at the wedding.  The next morning, he began a two weeks of illnes, which ultimately took him home.  He was coherent, giving orders all the way to the end, and told his son on Friday that he was ready to go home.  His wife passed a couple of years ago, and Saturday, October 3rd, was their wedding anniversary, for which they are back together.

It took Bruce over 40 years to talk about his experiences in World War II.  He was an ardent advocate for Veterans, especially in the Des Moines area.  He served on the committee for the first state or national World War II Memorial, which is located on the state capital grounds in Des Moines.  He served as Master of Ceremonies at its dedication.  Follow this link to see pictures of Veterans Day Services at the Memorial.  Bruce is the 3rd from the right in the first two pictures, and 2nd from the right in the third picture.

It is always sad to lose a dearly loved family member, but our entire family takes comfort in knowing he has gone home to his Savior, and is reunited with his loving wife.  We take pride in know that he was a great man, and that we had the honor of being his family.



Bruce you will be greatly missed in this life, but we will see you again, soon.

Is it weired?

I have been working a lot of extra hours on a second job I picked up for a short term thing. While I have been working on the CAD drawings for this second job, I have had the t.v. on in the background. But today has seemed like a really crappy t.v. day. I resorted to DVD's. Including the complete 1956 Cecil B. DeMile epic "The Ten Commandments" staring Charelton Heston and Yul Brenner. You know, the one that ABC runs every year at Easter. The classic piece of American Cinema. Also on tap for the day was "Van Wilder: The Rise of Taj" and the only movie that I like that Leonardo DiCaprio stars in, "The Man In The Iron Mask," which also includes John Malkovich and Jeremy Irons.

Anyway. About 5:30 I went home to train, run, and feed Omar the Wunderpuppy. Then back to the grind. I went channel surfing for a couple of minutes and ended up putting on "Sister Act."

At this point I think it is prudent to mention, I have already slid well towards total madness.

Back to the story. So the movie goes on as I continue to work on my project. But as the end of the movie comes and the nuns are performing for the "Pope," I actually got a few goosebumps.

For the record: 1) I am not in any way, shape, or form Catholic. Quite frankly, there several things in the disciple of the Catholic Church that I think are off base. I don't hold that against any Catholics, as I have lots of family and friends who are practicing, but it is not for me. 2) I consider myself to be a person of extremely deep faith. I was raised in the United Methodist Church and was VERY active through high school. I don't attend services regularly but still have all of the faith I had then, or maybe more. In fact, I can tell you where I was and the exact date that I accepted Christ. July 7, 1999. In Oneida, IL. Sitting in the bleachers of the R.O.W.V.A. High School Football Field, about 2 rows below the back rail, and just barely North of the Press box. The band Aldersgate from the Wesley Foundation at Western Illinois University (my future Alma Mater) played. Their drummer miss-stepped and fell off the semi trailer they were using as a stage. The feature speaker was a christian comedian named Pat Hurley. I had heard him speak a couple times before that day, but this evening in particular, something he said moved my heart. 3) I like some of the modern christian rock and praise music.



Which brings me to my basic question. Is it weird that a movie, staring an actress that I really don't particularly care for, actually moved my spirit in a small way? Or is it the movement of the Holy Spirit?