
I went over to the Walton Cemetary this week to discover that they had put out the flags honoring the veterans. It was so nice to see all the flags waving in the breeze. It is hard to think of Dad overseas fighting in a war. He hardly ever talked about it. I do remember he talked about his time in World War II after we went over to Oneonta to see "Saving Private Ryan". He talked the whole way home. I wish I had had a tape recorder, because I've forgotten most of what he said. What I do remember is that there were times when he was afraid. Another feeling I don't associate with Dad. Do any of you have memories of Dad's service? Or stories he told?
I met a young Marine while I was in Wilmington with Timmy. He was back from his third tour in Afghanistan. The vehicle he was in had been hit with an IED. He was blown right out of the hummer. He was the only survivor. He is 24 years old. His eyes looked like he was 50, because of all he has seen. It really impacted me to visit with him. He wanted to talk about his experiences. It made me think of Dad and wonder what he saw.
Thanks to all the veterans.

