By John R. Greenwood
That's my father Ralph up front leaning through the railing |
I will keep this post simple because I know that's the way you would want it. I want you to know that I don't take my country for granted. I enjoy my life to the fullest because of the sacrifice of others. That is important for me to say. I come and go as I please. I write what I want, when I want. I fly the American flag proudly on the front porch of MY house. Today I pray for the safety and safe return of all veterans throughout the world. My heart aches for the parents of those who've lost a son or daughter.
Thanks Dad. Thanks son. I am forever grateful for your service.
Dad served aboard a transport ship. He was also a Navy diver. He did love to talk about how many times he crossed the equator. |
The first time I saw this was a few years before my father passed away. |
…and there stories are slowly fading away with them. I recently joined a poetry group and we meet once a month (quite a scary thing for me to do as they have "open mic") Anyway, one lady who writes poetry also collected the stories of WWII vets - she was at Pearl Harbor as a child when it was bombed. Her small book is called "Rachel's Children - Surviving the Second World War" by Jean Rodenbough. It can be found on "goodreads.com".
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