I was thinking this weekend about my Dad’s service in WW II in the navy. He never talked about it. As I ask others about the stories they’ve heard from that era, there seems to be a common thread of silence. I wonder if it’s because the brotherhood of those who fought was so powerful that they just didn’t speak of it. Or were there nightmares locked in their minds simply too painful to share? I just don’t know and it’s too late to ask.
I’ve been thinking about all the men and women who have died while serving our country and never lived to have children who can say “thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” Thank you. I will remember.