As I sat at my desk today, a note on my calendar caught my eye. It was a reminder that my dad, survivor of 3 1/2 years as a prisoner of war, died eight years ago. Under the note was a URL. When I typed it into my browser it brought up this picture and a forgotten post.
My Hero!
He was still a teenager when he enlisted in the army. He was one of twelve children, and he recognized his chance to make something of himself. He couldn’t know the United States would be at war within a matter of months. At eighteen, he found himself in the thick of battle defending the Philippines against the onslaught of Japanese …
Oh, say can you see?
Yesterday my son in law, Scott Fowler, sent me this picture of my grandsons, Preston and Bailey. They made this flag with their own hand prints, as a gift to their father.