Is there a sadder place than a military cemetery? I’ve stood
at them at Gettysburg, Pennslyvania and in Arlington National Cemetery, across the Potomac River, from Washington, D.C., and
thought of the acres of tears that have been shed for those lying there. I can’t imagine a place of more tears for
lost dreams than are in those rows of thousands of white crosses, perfectly aligned, as you look in any direction.
How many potential presidents, or scientists, ministers,
and lost loves are there. The marriages and families whose plans were snuffed out, and brought there to die a second death;
the battlefield, and then in the hearts of those who left them here.
My mind dwells on the souls of these who were healthy, then in one moment, were gone in a bomb’s
blast. I’m sure that many of them had made their hearts ready with the Lord in the battlefields, before this.
But I’m reminded of the story of a man who
was about to go into battle, who prayed to the Lord that he would soon be too busy to talk with Him, but asked God to remember
That’s the consolation,
even of we who are on the sidelines, as it were, supplying equipment and morale. The fact is, that of ten persons in the
military, nine are needed to supply the men actually in the battles. And those supplies include the prayers for those who
are about to die.
these with Christ Himself, who gave His life for us, and I pray that He has a special place for them. "Greater love
hath no man than this; that he lay down his life for his friends" (John 15:13).