Be sure you
put your feet
in the right
My Mom told the story often. It was part of her history
with my Dad. They had only been engaged a short time and
were having breakfast at a diner in Seattle, Washington.
The radio was on and suddenly the whole world stopped.
My Mom described the eggs on her plate. She never forgot
what they looked like.
It was December 7, 1941 and Japan had bombed Pearl Harbor.
Suddenly the US was thrust into World War II. My parents
married on December 22nd and were sent to Texas before my
Father left for three years overseas.
Three long and hard years.
Yet in all the times of reliving those days in a tent, the days
he saw combat, all of the enormous loss of life, what I will
always remember is that my Father never complained.
Not once. Not ever.
Both of my parents lost so many friends who were serving this country.
The entire football team from Montana State University, never
came back. They were all my Mom's dear friends.
Not one of them came home.
My Dad once said, "I was too old to go, (he was 28) but I told them there
was no way I wasn't going to serve my country. So they let me in."
Not once. Not ever.
All over the United States today we are celebrating Memorial Day.
We are celebrating the lives of old soldiers long gone....
We are remembering those who didn't come home after recent service.
We are celebrating the freedom we have because of the gift they gave.
Flags are flying
We are remembering
I've seen the pictures of my Dad in his uniform
His sacrifice of time and care and devotion and love
Makes him a hero in my eyes.
He wasn't the same after those three years.
It changed him to be in a war.
But he loved this country, and proudly served it.
He lost many good friends who never came home.
I love you Daddy, and I won't ever forget!
You and countless other brave Americans
Put your feet in the right place,
and then stood firm!
Tonight, Memorial Day night, we watched an amazing movie on WWII.
Don't miss The Monuments Men
"We are all just walking each other home." ...