Veterans Day

My heroes.

My Dad, Herb, Norway, 1963

How I wish I had asked him more about his time in the military.  I have some of his memories typed up that I need to retrieve from a floppy disk.  I remember one vividly - I know he was in the Philippines in the late 1940s and he told me that he and a group of other soldiers were waiting in San Francisco for the ship that would take them there.  They were sitting around in the barracks, endlessly waiting day after day, when there came a call for volunteers for a special assignment.  They were to don their dress uniforms and assemble outside a large warehouse-type building.  When the doors were opened, they couldn't believe the site, row upon row of flag-draped caskets.  These were the remains of service members killed at the end of World War II and they were to give them a military escort to the train station from where the caskets would be loaded on to a train and forwarded to their hometowns for burial.  I don't suppose that in those days, families would have the means to travel to claim their loved one, they would have to wait at a train station for their casket to arrive.

My husband, Vic, MSC, USN

If they made a movie about our life together, Vic would have said, "Marry me, and I'll show you more adventures than you can imagine."  As my friend Lee-Ann would say "Word!"