Hello and welcome to this week’s hop. I came up with the challenge:
Memorial Day is next Monday. Tell us a story of someone in your family who served.
My father was 26 years old and a newly minted medical doctor when he volunteered to go to war (that would be World War II). Of course they sent him to the front overseas.
I cannot imagine the terror of not only being in the heart of the battles, but being responsible for trying to save the lives of the wounded. I don’t think he celebrated the ones he saved. I think he mourned the ones he lost. I’m certain of it.
It is hard enough to be responsible for your team and yourself. But men like my father were accountable for everyone. I don’t know how he did it.
Sometimes I watch re-runs of “M*A*S*H” and I’m pretty clear no one in World War II had any fun. But knowing my father saved lives and men came home because of him gives me a huge source of pride.
Memorial Day should be more than once a year. It should be held in our hearts every time we can speak our minds and come and go without chains and live our lives by the dictates of our own desires.
For all who served then and serve now – thank you does not cover it. Freedom isn’t free and know that we who have it value it. And it is because all of you in the military have made our freedom possible.
Let’s jump over to the incredible Jenna Da Sie and hear her family story…