In the middle of all my Memorial Day shopping and party plans I heard something so poignant, so true and so profound…

….that it stopped me in my tracks.

It was a story of a World War II vet who was visiting the memorial in Washington DC and someone stopped him to thank him for his service.  They told him how much they appreciated him and what a sacrifice he had made for his country and that he was a hero.

“I’m no hero,” he said.

“The true heroes are the ones that never came home.”

The truth of that statement was like an arrow to my heart.

I’m here today because of all the men and women who have gone before.   I’m able to raise my children and my family in a place full of liberty and opportunity and independence.  I’m able to live in a country where freedom is truly free because of the sacrifice of others.

And for that?

I say thank you.

To all those who have served and continue to serve.

You are my heroes.

So to celebrate Memorial Day, I thought I’d re-share a story—one of my favorites.

It’s about a sailor and miles and miles of ocean and the sweetest I love you I ever heard.

A long time ago on a navy base far away, I stood in a royal blue dress with brass buttons and shoulder pads wearing bright red lipstick and red Lee Press-On Nails.  I desperately clutched a chain link fence with tears streaming down my face…..

….and I watched as my new husband sailed away.

Frantically, I ran down the fence with eyes blinded by tears, hoping to catch one more glimpse before the ship turned the corner and headed out of the harbor.  My shoulders shook with sobs as the ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon and eventually disappeared.  There were Hundreds and hundreds of sailors lining the decks of the ship that day.  Each one standing at attention with their crisp white uniforms gleaming in the sun and their heads held high as they left for the Persian Gulf war to fight the unknown.

Not one of those sailors knew what the future held.

Not one of those sailors knew what the fighting would bring.

Not one of those sailors knew if they would even return home.

And still?

They sailed on.

Days and weeks went by and as the country watched the conflict escalated.

The president announced that it looked like war was imminent.

And then?

One day I arrived at work to see terrifying night-time pictures flashing across the national news with bomb after bomb and explosion after explosion….

….a half a world away.

The fighting had begun.

I stood silently in that newspaper office as my world crumbled around me.

I was here and he was there and the sheer helplessness of the situation overwhelmed me.

I wanted to talk to him.  I wanted him to tell me it would be okay.  I wanted him to reassure me that he was alright and that he was coming home and that he was going to sail back into the harbor on a sunny day wearing his dress whites on the deck of that ship….

….and that all was right with the world.

But it wasn’t.

And I felt my heart crack in two.

At that moment, I heard my name over the loud-speaker.  It was the publisher’s office calling.  “Hurry,” they said.  “You have a call from a Navy officer.”

A call?

Really?

From an officer?

I didn’t want a call.

Not even a little.

All the calls I had ever seen in the movies from officers during a war never ended well.

I entered the office and took the phone said hello.  It was the smallest tiniest hello that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a whisper.

“Mrs. Wood.  This is a ship to shore call.  We have your husband on the line.  Please be aware that all conversations on this call will be repeated several times to transfer information to the ship.  Please begin when you are ready,” the voice boomed over the line.

I didn’t understand.

A ship to shore call?

I didn’t know what to say, so I began with “Hello again.”

And then I heard it—across the miles of land and ocean—the hello repeated from military personnel to military personnel over and over and over again.

“Hello again.”  “Hello again.”  “Hello again.” “Hello again.”

Until it reached my husband half a world away.

And then the message came back from that sailor across those ocean miles. “Hi, cutie…..I’m fine.” “Hi, cutie…..I’m fine.” “Hi, cutie…..I’m fine.” “Hi, cutie…..I’m fine.”

He was fine?

He was okay?

He was safe?

I screamed and giggled and spun around and the heavens parted and I heard the hallelujah chorus.  And then I shouted into the phone with all of the joy and exuberance and adoration I could muster…….”I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE YOOOOOOOU.”

Except I forgot.

Because the “I love you” didn’t end there.

It wasn’t just between us.

There were five people listening on the call.

*sigh*

And so it ended up sounding a little like this….. “I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE YOOOOOOOU.” “I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE YOOOOOOOU.” “I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE YOOOOOOOU.”

….”I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE YOOOOOOOU.”

They smiled as they said it, each of those veteran military personnel.

And each of them said it with all the joy that my “I love you” was intended to convey.

And in the end, I didn’t care if the world was listening.

Because that sailor with the twinkling eyes didn’t miss a word.

And he knew that I adored him.

And would be waiting for the day he returned.

And winging its way back across that ship to the shoreline with the static and the beeps and the blips via half a dozen scratchy voices….

.….he sent me the sweetest “I love you” I ever heard. 🙂

PS  I literally cannot THANK YOU enough for all your fabric opinions.

Seriously.

Just know I’ve read every comment and I’m keeping a tally and taking in all the suggestions.

And you.  Yes, you.  Make my heart smile.

 

Comments

  1. Image for Laura Harrie Laura Harrie

    Karianne, thanks for sharing this story! Beautiful, just a few simple powerful words make all the difference!

  2. Image for Mills Mills

    I read this story before - and it had the same effect on me today as it did then. I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face. Its such a beautiful story, and so beautifully told. Kari you have such a wonderful gift in telling stories; I read your blog faithfully, equally anticipating every new story as well as checking out your fabulous decorating style. Thank you for sharing..

  3. Image for Melissa E Melissa E

    I’m all teared up... I love reading your posts. I love your blog. Every single one of your words are from your heart. Thank you for sharing your love story with us. I’d like to give a very special thank you to Mr. Thistlewood for helping keep us safe and free. Thank you for your service, sir. You are appreciated. 💝 May God bless us all. 🇺🇸

  4. Image for Michelle Michelle

    Such a gracious story. Vulnerable,honest and shared for all of us to be fed. Beautiful tears trickled down my face as I read this. My heart beat in unison of the knowing and the feeling. Thank you for sharing and loving and giving to us here. And to all those American veterans who fought alongside my Aussie veterans who saved us all from the tyranny of evil. A mighty giant and loud THANK YOU shouted out from here down under.

  5. Image for Dee Dee

    Thank you for sharing this dear and intimate look into your young married life. What a sweet blessing you are! Thank you Lord for those who have fough,t andthose who paid the ultimate sacrifice so that we could live in this beautiful country. Thank you for your husband's service. Hugs always

  6. Image for Audrey Johnson Audrey Johnson

    What a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing it with us all. Thank you for your sacrifice as the wife of someone who served his country proudly.

  7. Image for Carol Carol

    It is Memorial Day and though I don't have a story of love as yours, I have a memory of the second Iraq war and my husband and I had said out goodbyes to our son to basic training a week before 911. I knew then he'd be in a war. My tears didn't stop then either. There was no com.unication, no emails. Calls were rare and less than a minute. I'm grateful for all our service men and women and grieve for their families that must go on while they serve, and more profoundly for those that do not return. And as I read your blog, I stop and wipe those same tears so I can read your story, and remember my own. God bess

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