This post is written by my dad, whose own father was a WWII veteran.
When I was younger, much younger, I’m sure my daughter would remind me, my father and a fellow WWII veteran would collect their children and transport us to the community cemetery.
We would replace each and every American flag marked by a bronze flag holder provided by the American Legion and the Veterans of Foreign Wars.
As I traversed the garden of stone, I had many thoughts. “What were they like,” “What would they be doing if they hadn’t died for their country,” “Did their family and loved ones ever recover from the loss,” and of course, “Where did they find the courage and bravery? Would I be able to meet their measure if called?”
These thoughts, and many more, but I never, ever thought they were “suckers” and “losers.”
What a world.