Freedom Isn’t Free
My grandfather, Herb, enlisted in July 1940 at the age of 21.
He was a pilot in World War II.
My grandmother, Ida, was one of the many young brides left behind hoping and praying her husband would return alive.
Thankfully, he did return home alive.
My aunt was born in 1945, followed by my dad in 1950. Their family of four spent a few years in the early 1950s living in Africa, an experience both my aunt and my dad still remember vividly.
Today my grandfather is 88 years old. I’m proud of his service to our country and I’m so thankful he survived WWII. I have enjoyed hearing about history from his point of view. I’ll always treasure his stories and the sound of his laughter.
This Veterans Day, I’m thankful to those who have and who are serving our country, and I remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Sweet story, amazing pictures!
That’s very cool…the pics and subsequent verbiage.
Wow, how amazing are these photos?!!! My grandfather served in WWII as well.
Freedom CERTAINLY isn’t free!
I have been sitting in a waiting area all morning and have truly enjoyed all your blogs. I love all the variety, but the honesty has been what kept me reading. You have many talents that will keep me intrigued! Will stalk you if I ever come to Niceville;) -Kim