By Norman M. Covert
I’ve had a number of significant emotional experiences in my life. A couple at the hands of my dad, who had to make some course corrections; also the time I realized God is not the invention of a Jerusalem Public Relations firm. No less moving has been seeing soldiers headed out to war and returning from combat.
I’ve had the experience of saying goodbye to my family at the airport, lugging my duffel bag, wondering what would be in store when I reached my destination.
This past weekend I took part in a three-day convention in Easton of a veterans’ organization called The Society of the Forty and Eight, named for the French Box Cars, which were rated at a capacity of either 40 men or eight horses.… Read More