Memorial Day
My grandfather.
In WWI he fought with the Army at the front in France.
For weeks he had only Hershey Bars to eat.
My father-in-law.
In WWII he rushed through medical school and served in the Navy on a repair ship near China.
In WWII he rushed through medical school and served in the Navy on a repair ship near China.
He stopped the captain from killing his cabin boy. He treated the shell-shocked soldiers who wouldn't give up their Colt 45's.
My husband's mother.
My husband's mother.
She was a WAC in WWI in the Nursing Corps.
She met his father, sick with TB, in a hospital after the war.
My father.
In WWII he created templates at Marinship in Sausalito,
She met his father, sick with TB, in a hospital after the war.
My father.
In WWII he created templates at Marinship in Sausalito,
which ground out Liberty ships faster than ever before.
My brother.
He completed the Navy ROTC program at college and sailed with Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge up the Mei Kong River early in Viet Nam.
My other brother.
He spent several years in the Marine Reserves.
Ready on alert to fight in Viet Nam, the company was stepped down.
Iraq.
Not my son, please.
The others worry me sick.
Let's remember the brave one's who've served.
They were just people, artists, doctors, businessmen, nurses.
How they got through it mystifies me.
One moment at a time, I assume.
My brother.
He completed the Navy ROTC program at college and sailed with Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge up the Mei Kong River early in Viet Nam.
My other brother.
He spent several years in the Marine Reserves.
Ready on alert to fight in Viet Nam, the company was stepped down.
Iraq.
Not my son, please.
The others worry me sick.
Let's remember the brave one's who've served.
They were just people, artists, doctors, businessmen, nurses.
How they got through it mystifies me.
One moment at a time, I assume.
God bless them.
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