Our family (like most I imagine) has had it’s fair share of veterans and soldiers. At least one in every generation – actually, my brother Brent is the only male of my generation not to serve (sorry dude, don’t mean to make you feel guilty.)
My Mamaw’s brother Donald Hoobler (click here to read his wikipedia entry) was killed in World War Two.
While going through family pictures when we were home for Papaw’s funeral, we found his funeral service booklet. Filled in by his mother.
Can you imagine writing in the names of your own son’s pallbearers?
There are always friends who remember
And family left behind
Today is a day to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice and for those who made the sacrifice of letting them go. Thank you.