Ya'll are not playing fair. September is the most difficult month for me to get through, over and past.
My sympathy goes out to all have lost, friends, loved ones, relatives...during war times. No, I need to modify that...during any acts of violence. It is never gonna be easy for us. To try to imagine...well, that is better then to know...or, remember.
With that I should have quit about 7 words ago. Too easy to get emotional about this subject. Sorry...
Tip of the hat and condolences to all who lost loved ones serving our their nation. My grandfather was killed on Iwo Jima. He was with the 5th marines 128th. Landed with the first wave and was with the same unit that raised the flag on Suribachi. He survived 28 days on that island before losing his life while running stretcher bearing detail. Ive always been a history wonk with a special interest in world/US conflict. Growing up i read everything i could on the subject. My mom noticed this and passed along nearly everything my grandfather collected through his USMC carreer. This included the letter sent to my grandmother from the marine that was with my grandfather when he was killed. Ive read it a thousand times and its what made me so grateful for all the men and women who have served and sacrificed so much upon the alter of freedom. Thank you to all who have, are and will serve.
PS My granfathers name was Francis Cronkhite. Thas why i use the screen name Cronk. it was his nickname.
One shot one kill,
My father served in the Army Air Corps in the Philippines during WW II, He was a radio man. You're right, he never talked about it but for one story and it was a very short story. He was my hero. It's men like him we should be talking about here. JMHO.
FWIW he was a Lumber Jack in his youth. He went in weighing 190 and came out weighing 140 humping those hills.