While writing, “Foxtrots and Foxholes,” my recent WWII novel, I’ve had memories emerge from my days as a military spouse. One day back in the ’60s, my identical twin husband was due home from duty/work at White Sands Missile Range, New Mexico.
I eagerly watched for SP5 Roland E. Gross and opened the door to the man in green khakis with his name tag sewn above his heart: R. GROSS. A newly wed, I stepped forward to throw my arms around him and plant a wet kiss on his sun-parched lips. The soldier stepped backward.
“Roland is going to be late tonight,” he said. “Head count orders came down, and he has to stay.”
After recovering from the embarrassment of mistaken identity, I must have thanked Ronald, my husband’s twin. Now I understand a little better why Roland never liked dressing like his twin when he was a boy. Besides, Roland said, “I felt like a freak with everyone staring at us.”
He wanted to be recognized as a unique individual. Even those of us who are not a twin want to be seen as special. I’m thankful that the Lord has our image on the palm of His hand…He knows us and sees our heart…unlike any other (Isa. 49:15).
What an awesome Commander. God never mistakes us for someone else.
PS–Happy Rosh Hashana!