January 19, 1923 was my Dads birthday. He passed in July 1995. It would be an understatement to say I miss him. Growing up my Dad kept to himself. He was a man of few words but later in life he shared so much with me. His experience in WWII was shocking to say the least. He was so young but he became a man real fast. I loved hearing his stories of his days in the army. I came to understand him. He mentioned how they made them walk over dead bodies daily in an effort to help them deal with death. He told me of walking behind an army truck full of men and watching it blow up before his very eyes. He told me of being wounded by shrapnel and how two fellow soldiers carried him to safety. He was a machine gunner and mortar man. On the front lines. He prayed a lot, I have his worn out Bible. I have so much admiration for him, it’s people like him that we have to thank for our freedom. My Dad sacrificed so much so that you can have your freedoms. And he never asked for anything when he came home and this country let veterans like him down. We should all thank every veteran we see for making sure we stay free cause they all made the ultimate sacrifice. Yet there are so many ungrateful people. I know several personally. I miss you Dad. Love you forever! Thank you for helping to make me the person I am today.
Jane is a Widow 