On Veteran’s
Day I am reminded of my required time in the military. War threatened at the time, but we were not
yet engaged in open battle. As I look back,
I consider my ineptness as comic.
But I also remember my grandmother’s brother, Tim Walsh. He was an outstanding student and the Franciscans considered him an outstanding prospect. They sent him to England to study for the priesthood. He was given the religious name of Jerome. After he was ordained, he volunteered to serve as a chaplain for Irish troops in World War I. He went back to the priory in England with PTSD. I did some research on him and discovered that Irish chaplains went to the front lines.
He died in the United States as a relatively young man with my grandmother in attendance.
War, even with honor and glory, is horrible. It's the innocent who pay the price.
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