In Memorium

I have been out of town over the weekend and did not have access to a real computer to post anything.   My father was of the greatest generation.  He grew up in western Kansas during the Great Depression.   When WW II came around, my father answered the call like so many other young men and women did of his age.  During WWII, my father served in the African and Pacific theaters.  While in the Pacific, the Japanese sank my father's destroyer.  He was one of the somewhat lucky ones,  only to have a second ship shot out from underneath him the very same day.  So many of my father's shipmates were not so lucky. 

Less than ten years later, my father answered the call again, despite starting a family. This time, his brother was called to serve as well.  While not going through the horrors that he faced the first time, many of his contemparies did not survive.

So to all American servicemen and women who have paid the ultimate price, please remember them, not just on this day, but everyday.