Memorial Day

It is the day to honor and thank our soldiers, past and present. I try to remember to thank and remember them daily in my prayers.
In 1918, at the Battle of the Argonne Forrest, the final offensive of WWI, my grandmother's brother died. He is buried at Arlington National Cemetery .
In 1941, My dad was only twenty years old and only had a few weeks left in his two year hitch with the Navy. He and the rest of the crew of the USS Ogallalah were docked at Pearl Harbor on that fateful day in December. Dad was tired of being in a cramped, rat-infested boat. He was actually sleeping outside when the bombs dropped. In 1945, serving as the confidential secretary to Pacific Fleet First Admiral Chester W. Nimitz, Dad was aboard the USS Missouri when the peace treaty was signed! He saw the beginning and the end of WW2.