05/26/2026
Before the day is done, I want to publicly honor my uncle this Memorial Day.
I never met Uncle Henny. He gave his life at 18, more than 20 years before I was born. He left behind a grieving mother, father, and my mother who was 8 at the time. His younger brothers enlisted to follow.
We had a plaque on the wall in his memory growing up, and Uncle Henny became the familiar icon in my young heart of what it looks like when we say, “Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” I joined the Navy at 23 in part because I was lucky enough to be raised in a family that honors military service. My mother always spoke so glowingly of him. Seeing him in his uniform. How proud our little area was of him. How they honored him when he died.
Uncle Henny didn’t just lay down his life for friends, but for strangers. It’s what his country asked of him. Many more would do the same over the ten years that followed.
I don’t think we can fathom how different our country might have been had our nation not gotten into Vietnam. All the same, he didn’t give his life for “nothing.” Whatever the reasons in Washington, they weren’t his reasons. Like so many young Americans these last 250 years, he gave his life for an idea. He died too young, but there are far less honorable ways to die than laying down one’s life for the freedom of others.
May perpetual light shine upon Uncle Henny and all those who have made the ultimate sacrifice.