I only heard my grandfather talk about his experiences on the beach at Normandy once. He didn’t get very far in telling about it before becoming overwhelmed and having too stop.
My dad could never tell never tell me about his time in Vietnam. When he became a Christian, he was able to open up to his friends at church and in his small group, but he could never tell me.
Some die in war. Some die later. But some who make it are held prisoner by the war, while the ones who died in war are free, in some sense.
We should honor those vets who have made–and continue to make–sacrifices for those of us who are free citizens.
I hope I can get him off my mind now. War never ends…
I only heard my grandfather talk about his experiences on the beach at Normandy once. He didn’t get very far in telling about it before becoming overwhelmed and having too stop.
My Dad won’t even tell me about his experiences in Vietnam. More than 40 years later, he’s pushed them so far back in his head. It’s scary…
My head is in a blog.
I have been further inspired.
Timely. Interesting.
Thanks.
http://tulipthicket.blogspot.com/2010/09/rays-candy.html
WW2 stories like these always get to me.
StoryCorps has a way of telling stuff that always gets to me
My dad could never tell never tell me about his time in Vietnam. When he became a Christian, he was able to open up to his friends at church and in his small group, but he could never tell me.
He died this past March.
War stills your innocence but not your substance. His sad memory proved his humanity.
It also steals your innocence too.