"It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you. "Author Unknown
My nieces, Karla and Holly, who lost their dad Bob Hoffert last February 2014, often speak of his time in Vietnam. They always say they will never know the demons that tortured him.
My uncle Tom Binder was in the Army Air Corp. Uncle Edward "Munson" Trontel was an Army man. My Uncle Sam Cosimano served in the U.S. Army as does his youngest daughter Juliane's son Julian. Please pray for Julian during these troubling times in our world as well as all Vets. My hubby's cousin Carolyn served as a nurse in Desert Storm leaving her husband and children stateside while she served our country. His Uncle Virgil was a pilot during WWII.
Please share any of our BoJon relatives here too with me. I am honored to honor our Veterans.
"This nation will remind the land of the free only as long as it is the home of the brave." Elmer Davis
My cousins Sissy and Kristi lost her dad Jesse when they were very young. He served the US Army at Vietnam and perished from complications from Agent Orange.
My late brother-in-law Gary Ricklefs was an Army man too.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
John McCray May, 1915
My Tata Rose sent her husband off to war in the first World War. Did you know all the Pechek men, six of them, served in various military service and they returned home. Brother Inky was at the Death March in Bataan in April 1942. He was there along with "Tiddles" Mramor and his brother Felix. Tiddles passed away nearing his 100th birthday and always told me, "War, is a terrible thing." His brother could never get past the horrors of it all and took his own life when he returned home.
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7 comments:
What a lovely post. My dad was a sergeant in the Army during WWII. He wouldn't talk about his experiences. I always wondered why and after hearing some I know why.
Have a blessed day Anne. ☺
The Vietnam War really divided this country. Sadly, the men that fought were never welcomed home properly. No one ever said, "Thank you for your service." So, on this Veteran's Day I want to say, "Thank you for your service" to these men.
Thank you to our veterans on this day to remember, with pride, the sacrefices they've made.
What a great post, Anne. You have lots of connections to the service in your family, too, don't you?
God bless you and your family. How awful for Frances to have lost her only son in the war. xo Diana
So many lives changed.....thank you for sharing this Veteran's Day.
This is a lovely post. Thank you so much for sharing.
I can't imagine the pain of losing an only child.
I salute the veterans - and thank them.
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