Today is November 11, 2012. It is Veterans Day, formerly Armistice Day, marking the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I, when major hostilities of the War were formally ended with the German signing of the Armistice with the Allies in a railway car in the Compiegne Forest, France in 1918.
So many men have served our country in the armed forces in many wars since then, as it seems we will never live together in peace, until the Lord comes. Today we remember and honor those who have served. I am grateful and thankful for those who have.
A look back in my family tree shows many who have . . .
US Army Soldiers First Day in Yokahama, Japan September 13, 1946
(L to R) Lt Bernard McLellan, Lt Robert Robertson, T/5 Odni Simmons, Capt Deglow, Pvt Carl Wetzel, Front: Pfc Frank Powley, T/5 Dulch Schultz, Louie Carter, unknown
In honor of Veterans Day, I would like to share some photo's of my father and my father-in-law during the time they served our country on foreign soil. Although they were in different wars and were several years apart, the first two pictures show both men, when they were just 18 -19 years old.
Morris G. Bull, WWII Veteran
1925 - 1995
John J. Acee, Korean War Veteran
My dad served and saw action in the Philippines during WWII
and then in Japan from 1945 - 1946 during the occupation.
This picture above shows him pointing to the 2 stars
in the window of the old farm house on Goodrich Road in Clarence, NY.
One represented him (he was home on furlough 1944)
and the other for his older brother Robert, who was also serving.
My Dad (above)
This one was November 1945
Written on the back was "B Batry 61st FABN Osaka"
This was also Osaka Japan 1945.
My husbands Father served in the Korean War.
But, this photo said that he was at Camp Chitose, Japan
April 22, 1952 Hokkaido Japan
May 18, 1953
the 38th Parallel
This was in front of the mess hall
Kumhua Sector North Korea
April 30, 1953
I am in awe of the number of men and women who serve our country in the armed services. My dad shared some stories, but he didn't talk a lot about what went on over there. My siblings may remember more.
I was born 17 years after he had come home. I was a girl.
We didn't talk about those things.
I feel bad about that, because, now that he is gone I can't ask him any more,
and I will never know.
Thank you to all the Veterans, who put their lives on the line,
who gave up their lives at home to serve the rest of us,
to help keep us safe and to protect those who need protection.
Thank you to their families, who sacrifice was great.
There is no greater love than this, That a man lay down his life for his brother