Jimmy
1932 seems like only yesterday when Ike and I were taken for a surprise visit to our grandfather's farm. We returned home to find that we had a brand new baby brother! I rushed outside and shouted to the rare passersby, "I've got a little brother, and his name is Jimmy!" In their infinite wisdom, our parents ignored my choice and instead, named him Evans Sikes Dorsey.
Evans "Jimmy" was the one we felt like we had to look after. He was the youth who would carry into the future all those things we were taught . He always had a smile and a cheerful greeting for everyone. Fun loving and outgoing toward people of every station in life, he actually lit up a room. He was special .... He was our little brother, "Jimmy".
World War Two was over. Ike and I had returned home with a renewed appreciation for the blessings of being born a citizen of this great Nation. Also, we had acquired a realization of the sustaining power of the traits we had absorbed from the example our family had set. Basking in the warm love of our homecoming, we shared our expression of gratitude for their example, and thanked God for the safe reunion with our mother and father (Nell and Ike Dorsey, Jr.) and young brother Evans.
We had hardly begun to get settled back into our postwar, small town lives when our family circle was broken by the untimely death of our father. Though shattered by the event, again we drew sustenance from each other and life went on.
Time passed rapidly, and June 25, 1950, began like an ordinary summer day. Then the radio blared the news that Communist North Korea had invaded South Korea!
Now another War had begun, and our little brother volunteered for service in the US Naval Reserve. Following his training at Bainbridge Naval Training Station, he was assigned to the Caribbean area and served in the American Theater of Operations.
Fortunately, our little brother returned home safely, but the United States lost over 50,000 of his comrades in the Korean War. It is often called "The Forgotten War" by some, but those who served will never be forgotten. They were all someone's loved one, including all the little brothers who served. So when I honor my little brother, I honor them all.
"Jimmy", I salute you!
Your loving brother, David
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