Remembering Our Veterans

I'm not going to do a craft today.  I do want to talk about my Dad.  He was born in 1912.  He graduated from high school and his uncle drove him to Ole Miss.  My Dad didn't want to go to Ole Miss - he wanted to go to Mississippi Agricultural College (which is now Mississippi State University).  After my uncle dropped him off, he got on a bus and went back home.  My uncle wouldn't send him to the agricultural college so he put him to work in his dairy.

My Dad went through the Great Depression.  He worked on building the Grand Cooley Dam and dams that were built in Mississippi.  He learned to operate heavy equipment.

He was drafted into the Army during World War II.  He was at Omaha Beach at Normandy on D-Day where he was wounded.  He did not wake up until about three months later in England and was then sent home.  My Dad talked very little about the war until he was well up in age.

I am so proud of my Dad.  He passed away in 2000 and there isn't a day that I don't think about him.  I see his eyes in my son.  He was a fine Christian man who never had an unkind word for anyone and would literally give you whatever he had if you were in need.  He raised 9 children; he worked selflessly even in retirement to provide for his family.  He was the best man I ever have known.

My Dad as a Master Supply Sargent in WWII.

My Dad at my wedding.

My heart goes out to our Veterans today - those who came home and those we have lost.  Say a prayer for our Veterans today...