I have my own

theory about "forgetting." It has always been interesting to

me that as one gets a little age on them that we are told that the short

memory fades but the long-term memory gets better.

My father had

the best memory of anyone I have ever known. He not only was a highly

educated man, but he had a phenomenal memory. He loved history and especially

American Civil War history. I can remember riding in the car with him

when he would often pull the car off the road and stop to read a historical

marker. He would then continue to tell us how this general or that commander

brought his troops through the state on Sherman's march to the sea.

Dee and I were

sitting at the military air terminal in Charleston, S.C., in 1976 on our

way to our three-year tour in Berlin. Those were in the middle of the

unstable Cold War years when the Berlin Wall was "in your face,"

alive, and well guarded on both sides. Mom and Dad had come to see us

get on the big iron bird to fly to Germany.

In those pre-9/11

years, we all traveled in uniform, so I was sitting there with my name

tag and my Chaplain crosses on my uniform when an old gentleman shuffled

up to me and began to ask me questions. He looked me over, read my name

tag and then asked if I had any family members who were "former chaplains."

I smiled and pointed to my father who was sitting right next to me. The

old gentleman smiled and looked at Dad and said, "You don't remember

me do you?" Dad, if he wanted to see real well, would always take

off his glasses. He took off his glasses and stared at the gentleman for

about 30 seconds and then proceeded to quote his first and last name and

the home town where the gentleman was born. I about fell off my perch.

Dad, as he

got older, lost his eyesight to glaucoma and then lost the use of his

old Army W.W.II Glider legs. The hardest part for me was to see that wonderful

quick mind that God had given him be overcome by dementia. I heard him

say once that he no longer could read God's Word due to his blindness,

and had trouble hearing, but he would just place his hand on the cover

of the Bible and "feel" its power. He was a true patriot and

a Christian from the "greatest generation," as Tom Brokaw's

book describes them.

Dad's generation

stood for and died for a great America and their generation has proven

it. I only hope as the history books are written about this present generation

that something good will be said. This generation has been scarred by

the Clintonites, impeachment, ACLU rulings, and the sellout by the Supreme

Court rulings on the Gay movement to confuse and ruin your children.

this weekend in Montgomery, Ala., thousands of mostly Christians will

be marching in support of Chief Justice Roy Moore who has refused to remove

the Ten Commandments from the court house. God bless that man. I know

the ACLU will be fighting him all the way. If you can't go down to Montgomery

you can pray for him and the stand he is taking, He may have to do jail

time for his stance. If so, I plan to visit him and have prayer with him.