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 …
We Must Never Forget!
Candie wasn’t his little girl any more. She was a married women, she had children and grandchildren. He was gone now and Candie was thousands of miles from home. She knelt and wept at the prison camp where he had suffered. She walked along part of the 70 miles he was forced to walk as a prisoner of war, aware …