Here in the United States we are celebrating the memory of those who lost their lives protecting their country, our freedom, home and family. I have great respect for the brave men and women who have given their lives on our behalf. Freedom is never free.
My own dear Daddy was a prisoner of war in WW2. He suffered horrific things, he faced death, torture and the awful loss of his buddies. For years he would not talk about what he'd seen.
Ten years before he flew away to heaven, Dad began to speak of the unspeakable. He was only 18 when he was drafted into the army. What he saw and experienced changed his life--his very personality.
I am grateful for his sacrifice, and for the sacrifice of so many others who fought and who continue to fight for freedom.
I will always miss my Dad. He flew away to heaven two years ago just before Thanksgiving. Dad and my darling husband are there together. What a lovely thought.
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My Dad too did not want to talk about anything, he was a little older when he went to war, and if it were not for his brother, my uncle, I think we'd probably know very little. Thank you for your lovely card, it is soooo special
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