My Dad was in Korea, in fact he was there when I was born. He found out about me through a Red Cross Telegram.
My Dad and my Mom in 1950.
Dad was injured by shrapnel and he has photos taken in Korea that substantiates his injury. All the records burned in St. Louis so he never received his Purple Heart. I won’t say he came back unscathed, because he has nightmares often especially in the winter. From what I have heard he didn’t even have an extra pair of socks or winter clothing yet was sleeping in foxholes in sub zero weather. He survived conditions that are unimaginable to me. Dad is 88 years old.
Uncle Hugo was wounded, sent back to the States, endured surgeries and therapy and lived out his days with bullet fragments in his body.
Uncle Hugo and Mia never had any children together. Mia had children from a former marriage. They had a Grandson that they raised as their son. I take flowers here because no one else does…and because I held his hand many days up in the VA Hospital before he died. He died of Prostate Cancer.
I had not been to Uncle Andrew’s grave in a few years. Two of his children are dead now…there are a few children left but I wonder if they visit…perhaps a granddaughter visits. She would have been the apple of his eye. He was a wonderful man, I still miss him…he lived with us when I was little. He died of Bone Cancer and Lung Cancer.
Uncle Arnold in Havana Cuba
My Aunt Sharon is still alive and she will take flowers there. Uncle Arnold was another wonderful Uncle taken from us too soon by a swift heart attack in the night time. He died in the house where he was born.
Died in the Invasion of Italy in 1944.
On a personal note I want to thank my husband for the 26 years he spent in the service. My baby brother for the time he served in the Navy and my nephew Ben who is currently serving.
Years ago Memorial Day was known as Decoration Day.