He walked out the front door of his parent’s house on Conecuh Street, turned left and walked up the sidewalk toward town. The year was 1942. His Country had recently been attacked, drawing us into World War II. Back in those days there was a bus stop near the corner of Conecuh and Prairie Streets. As he boarded the bus that would take him to the recruiting office he saw his father standing on the sidewalk holding a sign that had the word “Navy” written on it. He did join the Navy and saw duty at the Naval Air Station in Pensacola and Long Beach, California. Ultimately, he boarded a troop ship and was sent to the island of Palawan in the Philippines. He was in a war zone. Like many of his generation, he put his life at risk to protect our Country.
Finally it was over. He came home and, like so many of his generation, simply went to work. He married, started a family and toiled for over fifty years in the legal profession. He provided for his family. He served his clients. He gave us a life that has enabled us to have a secure and productive future. He never received, nor did he ask for any reward or recognition for his sacrifice.
Today is Memorial Day. It is the day each year when we pause to remember the service and sacrifice of the men and women in uniform who have served to protect our freedoms. I think of him this day as I do each Memorial Day when I consider the enormous risk he and many others have taken to protect me. Thank you for your service, Daddy.
Lynn Jinks is an attorney with Jinks, Crow & Dickson, P.C.