My dad, born in 1922, fought in Italy in WWII. He downplayed it, but come to find out, he earned a purple heart and other medals. His grave marker honors his service in what was then the Army Air Force, then Army, until honorably discharged in 1946. In case you're trying to do the math, I was his "40 baby." :D God bless them all!
My dad, born in 1922, fought in Italy in WWII. He downplayed it, but come to find out, he earned a purple heart and other medals. His grave marker honors his service in what was then the Army Air Force, then Army, until honorably discharged in 1946. In case you're trying to do the math, I was his "40 baby." :D God bless them all!
We owe him everything that we have learned by C&C and how he has encouraged us to believe that in due time justice have to prevail, but also the most important thing for me and my wife is the fact that we are not alone and we were Not crazy for not believing in the jab poison.
Love the personal stories about our veteran forebears.
My dad was born in 1914. 4 years later, his father Virgil shipped to France to serve in WWI with the US Army Medical Corps.
Thanks be to God, the war ended less than a month later. I have a great photograph of him in his Doughboy uniform at the French hospital where he was stationed.
My father (Clarence) was working on some heavy equipment in the Wyoming oilfields on December 8, 1941. He heard about Pearl Harbor while working, turned his equipment off, and left it right there to drive back to Oklahoma to enlist.
Like his father, he also served in the US Army Medical Corps and when the war ended, went to medical school on the GI Bill.
These men were made of steel.
Thank you to all veterans wherever, whenever, and however you served our nation.
PS: In case you missed it, yesterday was the 249th birthday of the United States Marine Corps. On that date in 1775, some OG badasses met in Philadelphia's Tun Tavern to form the deadliest military force in history.
My husband is a Vietnam Vet. His dad was a navigator on a B-17 and shot down spending a year as a POW in Germany. For the dozen years I knew him before he passed away, he never talked of the War. But our son became fascinated by the aircraft of WWII and did so much research he could name every type of aircraft flown in that war. His dad, my husband, was a gunnery chief on a Howitzer gun and served on several LZ’s in night fights. He never talked about his time either until a military reunion group was formed. We attended one reunion and he spent hours talking to men he had not seen or heard from for 30 years. It was very revealing.
Today I volunteered lunch at our church day school. A 7th grade boy was writing the date down for snacks and I asked him if he knew what today was, and he said, Veteran’s Day. I asked him he knew it was the 11th hour, of the 11th day of the 11th month that the Armistice was signed to end WWI, and he recited it right with me. I was mildly surprised that he knew this, but also knew he is a Scout. The one day they haven’t made into a Monday holiday.
My uncle, whom I had never met, was killed when his boat was torpedoed off the coast of north Africa, (he was a Merchant Marine). My brother and sister-in-law visited his grave in the US cemetary there (Oran) this past Sept. The first family members to visit and pay respect. Gone, but not forgotten. 🙏🏻
My dad, born in 1922, fought in Italy in WWII. He downplayed it, but come to find out, he earned a purple heart and other medals. His grave marker honors his service in what was then the Army Air Force, then Army, until honorably discharged in 1946. In case you're trying to do the math, I was his "40 baby." :D God bless them all!
Indeed…but also a big thank you to you for keeping all of us grounded in the WORD OF GOD.
THANK YOU.
It is a blessing that Jeff is on the same page as the rest of us believers!
We owe him everything that we have learned by C&C and how he has encouraged us to believe that in due time justice have to prevail, but also the most important thing for me and my wife is the fact that we are not alone and we were Not crazy for not believing in the jab poison.
Yes, thank you for expressing this so clearly. It is the same for my husband and me.
Hear, hear!
Yes! I agree.
His being on that page is why I am here.
Love the personal stories about our veteran forebears.
My dad was born in 1914. 4 years later, his father Virgil shipped to France to serve in WWI with the US Army Medical Corps.
Thanks be to God, the war ended less than a month later. I have a great photograph of him in his Doughboy uniform at the French hospital where he was stationed.
My father (Clarence) was working on some heavy equipment in the Wyoming oilfields on December 8, 1941. He heard about Pearl Harbor while working, turned his equipment off, and left it right there to drive back to Oklahoma to enlist.
Like his father, he also served in the US Army Medical Corps and when the war ended, went to medical school on the GI Bill.
These men were made of steel.
Thank you to all veterans wherever, whenever, and however you served our nation.
PS: In case you missed it, yesterday was the 249th birthday of the United States Marine Corps. On that date in 1775, some OG badasses met in Philadelphia's Tun Tavern to form the deadliest military force in history.
Happy Birthday, you magnificent bastards!
Standing O for this post!👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
My husband is a Vietnam Vet. His dad was a navigator on a B-17 and shot down spending a year as a POW in Germany. For the dozen years I knew him before he passed away, he never talked of the War. But our son became fascinated by the aircraft of WWII and did so much research he could name every type of aircraft flown in that war. His dad, my husband, was a gunnery chief on a Howitzer gun and served on several LZ’s in night fights. He never talked about his time either until a military reunion group was formed. We attended one reunion and he spent hours talking to men he had not seen or heard from for 30 years. It was very revealing.
Today I volunteered lunch at our church day school. A 7th grade boy was writing the date down for snacks and I asked him if he knew what today was, and he said, Veteran’s Day. I asked him he knew it was the 11th hour, of the 11th day of the 11th month that the Armistice was signed to end WWI, and he recited it right with me. I was mildly surprised that he knew this, but also knew he is a Scout. The one day they haven’t made into a Monday holiday.
That is wonderful to hear!
My father-in-law was also in the Army Air Force. Was in France. My dad and his two brothers were also WWII veterans. The Greatest Generation!
My uncle, whom I had never met, was killed when his boat was torpedoed off the coast of north Africa, (he was a Merchant Marine). My brother and sister-in-law visited his grave in the US cemetary there (Oran) this past Sept. The first family members to visit and pay respect. Gone, but not forgotten. 🙏🏻
Let us not forget the brave and indispensable sailors of the Merchant Marine. Their service was key to the victory in WW2.
Without their service, we could not have won.