Please leave a spot open in your heart and a memory for those who sacrificed everything for our freedoms. I lost an uncle to WW2 when an explosion rocked their position in Luzon, Philippines. He was my Mom’s Brother. She left a place setting for him during events like Memorial Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
My Dad was also drafted during WW2, so I feel lucky to even be here. He went to basic training somewhere in Louisiana and was sent to Germany to guard supply trains. The war was over 2 weeks after he got there.