Thank you for reminding us about this.
Last week Lucas and I were cemetery hopping in southern Illinois for my family. I came upon a certain grave I had missed before. It was my grandmother's little brother who was killed in WWI. She wanted me to name our child, if he were a boy, after him. I didn't understand then, but I do now and kind of wish we had.
So, great uncle Irl Parrish, whom my mom and I never knew, we remember you now, and thank you for your service and sacrifice.
I knew many people who served in WWII, even survived the attack on Pearl Harbor and D-day. I knew them long enough to really appreciate them. One is still living and a part of our lives.
My dad was one of six brothers. Three of them actually saw service and the others were, um, requested to teach for the armed services. I can't imagine the joy my grandmother felt in 1948 for the family picture - all of her boys together. Yeah, I am in the photo, a lot cuter at 3 years old than now!
We know not enough who are serving today. Thank you e hellions who are serving or love someone who is.
All of these people, and those at home who supported them, make my heart ache, but soar with gratitude.