My spouses grandfather Charles Vary, fought in world war 1, he got shot right throught the stomach by a sniper and survived. He suffered alot. Then theres our uncle Gerard which he lost his life at the age of 23 by a grenade explosion. I will never forget the ones who fought and lost their lives for us.
I wish there was no such thing as war and fighting. To some it solves problems, but to people like me it just loses lives and gives hurt to family.
I pray always for the souls.
This is a poem I wrote to my husband and all the other soldiers and their families.......this is My husband and mine first deployment and we are both feeling the effects of not being together this year.......please pass this little poem along and Merry Christmas
Three days before Christmas, how happy I should be, but something is missing, something I cannot see.
The tree is up and presents wrapped, with snow on the ground how perfect is that?
But there is still something missing that won’t be here Christmas day, that something I am missing is 7000 miles away.
Christmas Eve and Christmas day will come and go, with children laughing and playing in the snow.
Although I will be watching them with joy on my face, my heart will feel empty and be in another place.
You see that something I am missing that is so far away, has my heart with him every day.
God bless my soldier and all the others too who are away from their families and missing “something” too.
Penny Williams
On Tuesday December 18th, I stood pall bearer for my Uncle Rico. He passed away at 88 years of age. In WWII, he was in the first wave to land at Omaha Beach on D-Day, he fought at the Battle of the Bulge, Anzio, Messina and liberated France. A Sgt. in the 623rd Engineer division under General Patton in the 3rd Army. The only other WWII soldier to have fought in more campaigns than my Uncle in WWII was Audie Murphy.
A true American hero and a member of the Greatest generation. I was proud to have him as my Uncle and honored to carry him to his final rest.
my younger brother Jeffrey G Green was a marine cpl. he fought and died in iraq. he was killed in may 2004 6 weeks shy of his 21st birthday. i miss him everyday but i never will forget him. it is because of him and every other person who has served and ided or who serves and lives that i can proudly say that i am an american and the freedom is not free it is because of the brave men and women that serve our country that we can say we are free. i love and miss my brother everyday. Simper Fi
My parents were married on Dec. 7, 1941, the day Peart Harbor was bombed. They were married in St. Louis, MO in the Pastor's house because there was no heat in the church. After they were married they heard on the radio that Pearl Harbor had been bombed. Everyone says that they started the war. I wish I had a picture to post.
My Papa joined the army in the late 1930"s serving at what is now Westover Air Force Base in MA. His job was to work on the planes, one day while working a piece of metal flew into his eye. Unconscious he was taken to Walter Reed. He lost his eye, had a severe brain infection they didn't think he would survive, he was put in the back while they waited for his impending death. Suddenly after a month he woke up just fine, stayed there awhile longer, got a glass eye. He was so positive despite his injury they asked him to help another depressed soldier with a similar injury, and that's just what he did. After returning home he married my Granny in January 1941, they were married 60 years! Shortly after being married he was called up for the draft to fight in WWII. Standing in a line of 100 soldiers one of the commanders recognized him and said "Hey LeBlanc don't you have a glass eye" he answered yes and was told he was unsuited for combat. I think he always felt guilty another man took his place. Those 100 soldiers where on one of the boats that stormed the beaches of Normandy on D Day, of those 100 only 5 survived. If not for losing his eye he likely would have been killed that day. Later my Grandparents devoted their lives to the DAV in Massachusetts, they both served as commanders for many years in their hometown and at the state level. I attended many of those functions and proudly marched in many parades with them. They signed the family up to be lifetime members of the DAV. I am proud of them for all they did and a proud lifetime member of the DAV.
I was brought up to believe in FREEDOM, to work hard, sacrifice, love, faith in GOD, our country, our flag and what it represents. That nothing is worth having if it was not worth working for.
I am proud to be part of three generations of the Navy. My grandfather, a cook during WWI. My father, a nurse in WWII. Myself a veteran, and my loving husband, a retired Navy Chief.
I thank my family, God, and the Military, for instilling many good qualities. For the many blessings that we have received, and hope to be able to give others. Thanks to our fore fathers and to all of those who serve today. GOD BLESS.
I wish I had a story to tell. I came home from Viet Nam in March of 1969. The chartered airliner landed at an Air Force base so the public wouldn't have the opportunity to see us - it might upset them. We were bussed to the base. I believe we were asked not to wear our uniforms when leaving the base.
Their story started when her hero called from Afghanistan to ask me if he could marry my daughter on his leave during his first deployment. This picture is from his homecoming after his third deployment. I'm so proud of them both for the sacrifices they have made.They have celebrated their fifth year of marriage, they are 22 and 23 years old.
When I returned from my first roughing Iraq, I thought for sure I was returning to an empty home with merely a friend to greet me. upon being released from the gym, I departed to retrieve my bags. Then I hear them call for me over the PA system. I walk back into the gym, which is completely flooded with people. As I am making my way through the crowd looking for my friend Shannon, a voice behind me says "Hey Kiddo". I turned around and my knees buckled. my father made the trip from New Jersey to surprise me. It was the best homecoming ever.
In 2006 when I came home for R&R and my folks had no idea. I flew to northern Michigan and rented a jeep and drove the 4 hrs to town and parked across from my folks animal shelter they were building. with the help of some of the other folks from the shelter, we convinced them to go to the shelter to check on it. when they showed up I pulled in and surprised them. it was the best surprise I could give them after what my father could give me. My father passed away from my.g cancer in July 2010. The homecomings, reenlistments and promotions he was able to attend forever remain in my heart because those were his proudest moments.
