My Dad was a WWII veteran. He was in the Navy in the South Pacific. What is amazing is he had two brothers also in the Navy. I cannot imagine what my Grandmother went through not knowing if one, two or all of her three sons would ever return home. Amazingly all three returned.
Daddy would not talk about it until my Mom lost her leg to a terminal disease, then it was as if the war had returned to his life, it brought back so many memories of seeing his comrades blown up beside him. He is at rest now, with my Mom in Heaven.We are losing our veterans and I worry there were so many stories that went with them. Daddy was one of eight children and he said that the first thing the Navy had to do was put weight on the boys because most of them were underweight due to the depression.He had won a state football scholarship but could not take it cause there was no money for books or clothes,etc. He joined the Navy as so many of our fathers and grandfathers did. I never want their legacy forgotten.
Oh Yes, The Greatest Generation for sure and what an inspiration!