Fine warriors, citizens

At about 21 years old, my brother, Harold Ringgold, went to training and on to serving far from home. He was a Marine in Vietnam in 1968 and 1969. When he returned home in August 1969, I was at the airport to meet him with other family members. No fanfare, no protests that I remember. We were just so glad he came home.

He married and started working, raising a family and surviving. We stayed in touch with holiday gatherings and family reunions. Later he sought treatment for health issues and then PTSD. In the last year of his life, he lived with me and managed to get through some health challenges and was ready to resume independent living when he suddenly died. During that year, I became more aware of his struggles.

While he lived with me, he fixed several things I only mentioned were a need. I think of him each time I turn on that utility light in my laundry room and every time I make cornbread. He loved cornbread and if there was any left after supper, it became the victim of a late-night snack. I wondered if he ever slept as I often heard him moving around the house.

He loved and was proud of his children and grandchildren. He had friends in many different circles, although he was a country boy at heart. Recently I met a young woman who told me that he had helped her move and later helped with a yard project. I have seen him sit and talk with a World War II veteran and thank him for his service.

Other service members I have met at church or in the community have been examples of fine warriors and good citizens. To all service members and their families, I humbly thank you.

BERTHA SIMS North Little Rock