Having Been Led by Love of Country

I grew up visiting cemeteries every year on Memorial Day with my family, and I hated it. Wasting an entire day driving from place to place to poke a few flowers in the ground was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday as a child. How wrong I was, and what I wouldn't give to go back and pay attention to the stories that were told of those family members long gone. The true meaning of Memorial Day is not simply to remember and decorate the graves of loved ones, but specifically to honor those who died during their time of service in the military. Year after year do I recall placing flowers on the grave of my great-uncle who served and died during World War II. His story been a source of fascination to me for years, but those who knew the details have been dead for decades. With the help of some history-savvy friends and the trusty internet, I have been able to put together a few of the puzzle pieces. Lyman Eugene Jenkins was the ninth of 10 children born to my...