My Dad served in the Army during WWII. He entered the military on July 21, 1942 and returned to the United States on November 3, 1945. During his deployment, he fought as an infantryman in North Africa, Southern France, Italy, and Germany. He loved the service and was honored to fight for freedom. He earned the Bronze Star Medal and several other medals of distinction during his time in the Army.
He told us all about his adventures in various countries and about the rain, cold and being wrapped close to his buddies for warmth in a foxhole for many nights during his service. I think that these experiences helped to shape him into the great man of character and the great father that he was to his children.
The most tender story he ever told....one that always brought tears to his eyes even well into his eighties was when the ship he was on back to the US docked in New York and he looked out over the crowd below and there to greet him was his Dad, all the way from Erie, PA. He never forgot that emotional feeling and that grand arrival back onto American soil. I even shed a tear just remembering his emotional reaction as he shared this story that I heard on many occassions during my life.
He is celebrating Memorial Day in Heaven tomorrow just like many of his fellow soilders from WWII. I will never forget his amazing stories and how honored he was to be an American.
On Memorial Day we honor those members of our military who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country's freedom and those serving in all branches of the service for the United States of America. God Bless You, and God Bless America!
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