Thanks Mom.
You served as an Army Nurse in WWII. The “action” you saw was taking care of the wounded brought stateside. I also know you still quietly grieve for those who did not come home, like for your cousin buried in Punchbowl Crater. I’ll call you tomorrow just to say hi, am doing fine, and that life is good. I know you’ll be fine, considering you’re 81.
Thanks, Dad.
As a seargent in the Marines, you did see action in the South Pacific. You never talked about it. What I do remember were all those US Marine Band concerts you took us kids to every year while we were growing up. Even I know what November 10 is all about.
I miss you, Dad. It will be six years to the day tomorrow that you left. Semper Fi …
Thanks, Brother.
Your time was the Vietnam era. I can remember the day you left, the night you snuck home to surprise Mom, when you got out. Safe. Alive. Ok.
To all who placed their lives on the line so the rest of us don’t have to … thanks. As much as Memorial Day is for those who did not return, it is also for all who did return, too.
To those serving now, you have our thoughts, our prayers and our love as you stand in harm’s way for us.
Finally, let us all dedicate our lives that 911 used to be just a call for help. Let’s make 911 a call to action.
http://www.remember.gov/