Veterans Day

My Dad was a Marine and served during World War 11.  It's true what they say, "Once a Marine, always a Marine."  I knew all the verses of the Marine fight song by the time I was three, and my Dad would proudly ask me to sing it for friends:)  Of course, I did it, because he was my hero, after all. 

Dad told me stories about the men in his platoon.  He had grown to love and depend upon them, and remembered amazing details of their lives.  Always the stories were followed by tears or a walk in the mountains alone.  There were only two survivors of the entire unit.  Dad was one of those two men.  The rest were all killed after they shipped out to the South Pacific, when a Kamikaze hit their Mess tent.  Here is a photo of the way they were only weeks before.  I will always treasure it and remember, as my Dad did.

I am so grateful for all of these men, and the countless others, who have served and sacrificed for all of us.