Thanks for what you do for us. My late father was one of seven brothers, all of whom enlisted in WWII. I have a treasured photo of him with three brothers in 1943 in Boston, 3 of them in uniform. It was a much different world then for the military. The country was united then. Simpler times, but rougher, too. Just thinking of of hiking 10 miles with some of that gear makes a lot of body parts hurt.
I remember him telling me that he had nightmares for more than two years after returning. He saw the results of an ammo dump explosion in France, and had a hard time getting over it. They didn’t know about PTSD back then, it was “tough it out” and that’s what they did.
But it did mold him in ways that I can’t explain. As your time overseas will mold you….people you work with will become your lifetime friends. And people like me, who never saw foreign battle, won’t understand. I admit that. The family members from back then say that he came back changed. For the better? I saw the better parts. He was proud of every minute he spent in the great war, even the tough ones.
A treasured gift in my home is my father’s WWII Eisenhower jacket, complete with the WWII Victory Patch sewn on it. It’s a tiny thing, in darn near perfect condition. It’s hard to understand now, but please, think about saving a few things like that for your children and grandchildren….even if you don’t have any yet. It gives life to the stories, and your great sacrifice. And tomorrow’s kids need to know that good people endured great hardship to make their lives better. To today’s kids, WWII is something in the history books and little more. Please help the next generation understand that your sacrifice was worth it, and not the stuff they see on their Playstation. We honor those who fought before us to bring their stories to life.
Thank you and God bless.