Sunday, May 24, 2009
Memorial Day....a sign of summer, school's out, and a day "off" from work disguise its true meaning. My Dad was a WWII veteran. He was a B-17 pilot with the 303rd Hell's Angels. Shot down over France, he survived a crushed ankle and being taken a POW, and his life was taken by Alzheimer's in 1996.
I treasure a plaque that was sent to the family by Bill Adams. We exchanged letters and stories, and he sent me many pictures of his family. His carvings were gifts of appreciation for the American efforts in England, and some of his story can be found on the link below.
Take time to remember all of our veterans on this Memorial Day.