Welcome to Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday, where the letter of the week is "H" for heroes and Susan's Tablescape Thursday.
This post is in honor of my father Frederick, Staff Sergeant, who served our country for five years in the U.S. Army during World War II. He entered the war when he was 27 and was honorably discharged in his 31st year. He served in Iceland, England and France. He was wounded by shrapnel at the Battle of St. Lo in France in July of 1944 and received the Purple Heart. St. Lo was one of the key cities to the opening of the Falaise Gap which ultimately led to the expelling of the Nazis from Northern France. This post also honors millions of of other veterans who truly are heroes!
Veteran's Day is the TIME to remember those HEROES that have valiantly and bravely served our country.
After being injured, he was sent to London to recuperate for four months. When he arrived back in the States, because he lived in Wisconsin, he thought he was being sent to a hospital in Chicago, so that he could be closer to his family, for further treatment. As the story goes, apparently, a mistake was made and he was sent to Bushnell Hospital at Hill Air Force Base in Northern Utah. There at Hill Air Force Base he met his future wife, my mother, at a hospital dance. My mother's family had moved from the little town of Tropic Utah (near Bryce National Park) in Southern Utah during the war years to take advantage of the war-time jobs in Northern Utah. My father was in RED pajamas at the time. I guess RED runs in the family!
We fly our flags high on Veteran's Day.
My father did not talk a lot about his service during World War II with his children. He and my mother took many trips around the country to attend reunions with his war buddies. I honor him today for his service to our country during World War II. I honor him for the time he spent during the prime time of his life serving our country and delaying marriage and family for his country; my father was 45 years old when I was born. I look forward to the time I can ask the, now, unanswerable questions about his service. He passed away over 15 years ago. Many of the records of our service men and women were burned in a big fire in St. Louis in 1973. Ask the questions now before it's too late!
History of Veteran's Day
An act approved in 1938,made the 11th of November in each year a legal holiday—a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be thereafter celebrated and known as "Armistice Day." Armistice Day was primarily a day set aside to honor veterans of World War I, but in 1954, after World War II had required the greatest mobilization of soldiers, sailors, Marines and airmen in the Nation’s history; after American forces had fought aggression in Korea, the 83rd Congress, at the urging of the veterans service organizations, amended the Act of 1938 by striking out the word "Armistice" and inserting in its place the word "Veterans." With the approval of this legislation (Public Law 380) on June 1, 1954, November 11th became a day to honor American veterans of all wars (Department of Veteran's Affairs).
I love the light shining through the red sherbet cups.
I love the light shining through the clear bubble glasses too.
Is there ever enough of the Red, White, and Blue?
Celebrate Veteran's Day!
Please have some Cranberry Bars on your way out! Great for Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I give thanks to my father, and all the other Veteran Heroes, who have served our country so faithfully to ensure the freedom of our Nation.