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    May 2010

    BJ Gallagher: A Salute to Mothers of Freedom

    May 8, 2010 2233 Views

    Today, to celebrate Mother's Day, BJ Gallagher has shared her story that will appear in the Stars and Stripes Newspaper this weekend! Please enjoy BJ's story, and Happy Mother's Day!

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    My mother Gloria was married to a military man. She moved her family 22 times in 31 years, over three continents, through three wars. Dad was the one who wore the uniform – Mom was the one who wore the brave smile. She served her country every bit as much as her husband Ken did, and she did so with no hesitation, no complaint, no regret. Mom was the wife of a warrior – she kept the home fires burning while Dad put his life on the line to protect his family and country.

    I realize now that Mom put her life on the line, too. She was just 22 years old when she boarded ship in San Francisco and spent the next 21 days – horribly seasick – sailing to the Philippines to join my father. She stayed up on deck much of the time, carrying her nine-month-old baby (me) in her arms, trying desperately to calm her queasy stomach. Over the years, she always said how grateful she was for the kindness of sailors and strangers who helped care for me during her miserable voyage across the Pacific.

    Just a few months after we arrived in the Philippines, the Korean War broke out and Dad was sent to Japan, leaving his young family behind. Mom would sometimes stand on the front porch of our house on base, with her toddler on her hip and a gun in her other hand. She could hear the Hukbalahap insurgents fighting just a mile up the road and at night she could see the flashes of gunfire in the nearby mountains. It would be six long months before she was allowed to join my father in Japan.

    It couldn't have been easy for a young mother to alone with her baby in a foreign country, with communist insurgents fighting nearby. But when my mother tells the story now, she always makes it sound like a great adventure rather than a terrifying war zone. That's Mom – always putting a positive spin on things.

    A few years later, after short stints in Montana, Texas, Los Angeles, and Sacramento, we got transferred to Virginia for six months, where Dad attended Armed Forces War College in Norfolk. At the time, the South was experiencing mounting racial tension, and I recall my mother cautioning me to be careful at school. She was especially distressed when I came home one day and told her that a couple girls had come to school with razor blades hidden in their hair.

    The military culture in which we lived was remarkably free of racism and bigotry, so I was ill-prepared to deal with racial issues on the playground. Looking back, I think Mom was more worried about the covert racial conflict in the American South than she had been about the overt military conflict in the Far East.

    In 1959 we shipped out to Germany, where we had our longest tour of duty – four and a half years – during which we moved three times. Dad often joked that just when Mom got a place fixed up the way she liked it, we had to move again. Mom always laughed, but I'm not sure she really thought it was funny.

    We were stationed in West Germany when the Cold War began. The Berlin Wall went up and so did the tension in the air – even us kids could feel it. We never knew if war was going to break out and our dads would be called to fight. Everyone lived in a constant state of alert, wondering and waiting to see if families would have to be evacuated to stateside. My parents never talked about their fear of a potential World War III, but kids are intuitive and smart – we could sense that something ominous was looming.

    My high school years were spent in Illinois, followed by our second tour of duty in Germany. Then Dad was off to War College again, this time in Montgomery, Alabama. From there it was north to Dover, Delaware for a couple years, then south to Puerto Rico. Next was Thailand for Dad, while Mom remained stateside in San Diego so my brother Roger could finish high school.

    And so it went over the years – from base to base, state to state, country to country – my mom hauling her kids and boxes of belongings (and sometimes a cat or dog) from one assignment to the next. She was a military mom and that's just what they do – get their marching orders and report for duty.


    Every day, month after month, year in and year out, in wartime and in peacetime, millions of American women serve their country with honor. They provide support to their military husbands, while raising their children in the shadow of the fortress. These women often do long stints as single moms, while their husbands are deployed overseas for extended periods – months, even years.

    There are no medals for bravery awarded to the wives of warriors – but there should be. These remarkable women deserve their own "Mother of Freedom" medal.

    On this Mother's Day, remember the military moms. Seek them out in your neighborhood, your workplace, your church, your local school. They are the unsung heroes – they are patriot moms who serve our country with selfless love and loyalty. Salute them. Thank them. Hug them. Honor them. They are the Mothers of Freedom.

    BJ Gallagher has authored Learning to Dance in the Rain, The Best Way Out is Always Through, and Oh Thank Goodness, It's Not Just Me! for Simple Truths. She also blogs for the Huffington Post.

    Mother's Day Quotes

    May 6, 2010 10216 Views

    In preparation for Mother's Day this weekend, I'd like to share a few quotes with you to remind you of the mothers in your life.

    A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.

    ~Irish Proverb

    Who ran to help me when I fell,

    And would some pretty story tell,

    Or kiss the place to make it well?

    My mother.

    ~Ann Taylor

    Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

    ~Elizabeth Stone

    There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.

    ~Chinese Proverb

    Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.

    ~Ambrose Bierce

    On Mother's Day I have written a poem for you. In the interest of poetic economy and truth, I have succeeded in concentrating my deepest feelings and beliefs into two perfectly crafted lines: You're my mother, I would have no other!

    ~Forest Houtenschil

    I hope you enjoyed those quotes! What plans do you have this Mother's Day? How can you appreciate your mother?

    Mondays with Mac: Mother's Day

    May 3, 2010 1893 Views

    "A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." ~Tenneva Jordan

    With Mother's Day coming up soon, I'd like to share a beautiful movie with you from Inspired Faith:

    Click here to watch the movie.

    To Life,

    Mac Anderson


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