Today is the day that we give thanks to all the men and women who fought for our freedom and lost their lives doing so. This year it means a whole lot more to me since my dad passed away in February. My dad didn’t die in a war, but he fought in one, and I have just recently learned about his contribution to our country. So today’s blog is going to be a tribute to my dad for his service, and to all of the people who sacrificed their lives fighting for ours. ~ Growing up, I remember hearing that my dad joined the Marines at 18 years of age. He literally stepped out of high school and stepped into boot camp. Almost immediately he was whisked off to Korea to fight in the war, having no idea what he was in for. He spent 11 months fighting in this war until he was wounded, earning himself a Purple Heart. I remember as a kid sneaking into my parent’s bedroom and pulling out the box where this beautiful medal rested. I didn’t know much about it’s meaning, but it sure was pretty. Anyway, after dad passed last February, I had the honor of going through all of my dad’s records and I found a lot of the paperwork from when he was discharged from service. ~ As a father, my dad was a quiet man. He rarely raised his voice and never seemed upset about much. And he never, ever, talked about his time in the war. My mom never knew any details either, that is how closed off he was to sharing. When he passed away I was given a gift. The gift was learning exactly what he did in the military… something I never knew. My dad was a mortar unit leader and was in battle almost the whole time he was in Korea. The wounds he endured came after he put his life on the line for his unit. He was a hero. Something he would never share about himself. He was the most humble man and I never knew the depths of it until this year. I am so grateful that it was my ‘job’ to uncover this part of his life.
Feeling Thankful this Memorial Day, Jana
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