There is not a war that begins with-out pause or ends with-out heart ache and sometimes regret.
As a child I remember my mother always insisting she go to memorial services in the small town that I grew up in, in central Minnesota. She never made us go with her but she had to go. I distinctly remember a year when it was cold and rainy and just she and I sat in the bleachers of the high school gym. The veterans gave a gun salute and my mother cried uncontrollably. I didn't understand why at the time but as an adult I know that she grew up during a time where many men lost their lives to war. She must have had friends that never came home.
She never talked about it because that was not done. And, even though I was young I knew it was private and something she needed to keep for herself. I do know that I hurt for her because she was always my strength.
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| Melissa |
Members that serve or have served in my husbands and my family
Don (my husbands father), Bob, Bill, Jerome, Steve, Tom, Mark, Jon, Brien, Jeff, Melissa, David, and Eric.
Thank You for your service.
With love from your soon to be retired FACS teacher,
Jane
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