Dad was one of the lucky ones that came home all in one piece.
Here he is with the VMSB 343 - Marine Scout-Bomber Squadrons. He's in the back row, right of center. Some of the men he served with weren't so lucky, they returned home in wooden boxes.
Mom and I went to the cemetery the other day to put flowers on dad's grave. There was a marker and a flag already there in memory of dad's service to his country.
Many of those buried around him had also served.
As a matter of fact, the whole cemetery was a sea of waving flags...
...it was quite a sight to see all those little flags flapping in the wind.
To all those that served and especially to all those that gave their lives...THANK YOU
May our country live up to your sacrifice.
1 comment:
What a great slice of history!
I had 3 uncles in ww2; one in Germany, one in the south pacific, and another flew with the Flying Tigers in Burma.
They are still with us, for now.
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