my Dad today. I treasured the stories he told me about his service in WWII. He was trained as a machine gunner and mortarman. He was on the front lines, I was so proud of him. He never felt anything was owed to him, he was a hard worker. It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that he started sharing stories with me. He told me about when he was hit by shrapnel and two fellow soldiers carried him to safety. If they hadn’t done that, he said he never would have made it. He wore his Bible out when he was in his foxhole. He was barely 18 when they drafted him. But he never complained. I helped him get his medals replaced I have them now and I am so thankful I helped him get them. I also got him listed on the Purple Heart Wall of Fame. He never mentioned his service when we were younger but as I got older and started asking him questions, he began to share with me his war stories. I am so thankful he did…..I’ve always been so proud of him…..Thank you Dad for your service!!! People like you have kept us free….
Jane is a Widow 