Not going to a party today. Spent this morning watching some videos and reading personal accounts from families who lost loved ones. My deep thanks to all who have lost their lives so that I and future generations may live free. My prayers for comfort to their families.
A lot of men and women in my family, and in my late husband’s family, served the United States proudly. Thankfully, none of them were killed in war. They came home from war, raised families, and contributed mightily to these United States. They were the salt of the earth. All but one have passed away.
My great great grandfather fought in the Civil War for the Union Army as a member of the Cavalry.
My grandfather fought in Europe during World War I, in the Army. One of his legs was injured so badly that the doctors wanted to amputate his right leg. He told them no. He also told them that, if he woke up without a leg, he would shoot all of them. He woke up with a leg. He walked with one stiff leg for the rest of his life.
My Father, and both of his brothers, fought in the Pacific Theatre during World War II, for the Coast Guard & Navy. My Father started out riding a horse and patrolling the coast of Florida. Soon, all 3 of them wound up in the Pacific for most of World War II. They were involved in the reconstruction of Japan. They sent a set of dishes to their mother (my grandmother) while rebuilding Japan. My grandmother gave that set of dishes to me when I got married. I cherish that set of china to this day, but only bring it out on Christmas.
My father-in-law also served in the Army, World War II. He was the engineer and mechanic that kept the tanks rolling when they bogged down in northern Africa. Among other things. He was a genius, with a high school education. My dear father-in-law came home to work for the “Skunk Works” at Lockheed and helped develop the SR71.
Let’s talk about the ladies. My mother was basically Rosie the Riveter. My mother-in-law did office work at the Port of Los Angeles. Both women, who were very young at the time, stepped up to the plate. I think most young people during that time stepped up to the plate.
There you have it. None of them died in battle. All of them served. Only one remains: my mother-in-law. She is 85.
My father passed away a few years ago. He always loved life, especially after what he saw during war. Daddy’s favorite thing was to get his kids and grandkids over, grill some steaks or burgers, and make Caesar Salad.
I’ll give you the recipe for Caesar Salad tomorrow.
Again, to all who have made the ultimate sacrifice, from the Revolutionary War to today … THANK YOU.
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