Memorial Day post in honor of the uncle I never got to meet.
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Here we are again at Memorial Day. Every year I post this picture of my Uncle Ray whom I never had a chance to meet. We lost Raymond when he and his fellow Marines stormed the beach at Iwo Jima. His tremendous courage and sacrifice is what fuels my cold fury against the demons who want to destroy our great country! God bless Uncle Ray! .... Semper Fi!
Handsome young man! God bless his sacrifice for us! 💔🙏
I am so sorry for your family's loss. Keep your fury against the Commies, we may need it in the future.
RIP Uncle Raymond. My Grandfather may have served with him. My grandfather went from a machine gunner to a combat medic. He said the hardest thing was telling guys he knew were goners that everything would be okay.
All those poor souls gone because of the cabal.
I had a few uncles who served in WWII. They'd start telling stories after a few drinks. I've always thought they started drinking because of the things they had seen. They were patriotic men until the day they died.
Was really proud of our 10 yr old grandson today. He saw flags flying and said, "I know you're gone but I want to thank you for your service."
RIP Great Uncle Stanley. KIA in Sicily serving with the 82nd.
And RIP to Great Great Grandpa Lynch. All we know was he was buried in an unmarked grave somewhere near Andersonville POW Camp during the closing months of the Civil War.
May God bless them both for their sacrifices for us! 💔🙏
Here's the link for the American Battle Monument Commission...an amazing organization that honors our lost heroes in pristine condition, here and overseas.
https://www.abmc.gov/
My great uncle was a machinist, and was exempt from the draft.
But he enlisted anyway, got put in the infantry, and was killed shortly after arriving in Europe, leaving a young wife and daughter to pick up the pieces of their lives.
My great aunt ended up marrying a veteran who survived the war and they had several more kids. But there was still a hole in our family for generations.
Plenty of families had it worse - on both sides of the conflict. What a waste of life and potential - it's heartbreaking to think about.
RIP Great Uncle Robert, killed in 1943 on the USS Liscome Bay.
Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment. Uncle Georges picture hangs in my Dads office. He is in uniform.
Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave. Dad told me today that tucked away in the family Bible is a letter sent to each trooper signed by General Eisenhower.
My Uncle, Father Charles, was a Lt. Colonel in the Big Red One and commander of the division pastoral team ( didnt know how to phrase this Dad was fuzzy today) in Africa during WW2. At Father Charles funeral in 1982 there were more Bishops and Cardinals than I had ever seen in one place.
Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely. He died recently and is buried at Holly National Cemetary.
Aunt Mary Ellen was a WAC serving as a trans Atlantic flight Attendant during Korea. Her husband, Uncle Bob, was in Korea but its a story Dad never got to today. Both are buried in Holly Michigan National Cemetary.
Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground. He was a Methodist Minister and the head Librarian at Texas Christian University.
His father, my Great Grandpa Ole, was in the American Expeditionary Forces during WW1 and made it to France just as the war was ending. He escaped the mustard gas and the Spanish Flu. I have a framed picture of him in uniform in my office. He died the day before the Miracle on Ice. I watched that game and the gold medal game with his son, my Uncle Bob. I was 15. Grandpa woulda loved it. He was a big hockey fan.
My brother was on the USS Tripoli in the Persian Gulf when it hit a mine and then in Abu Dhabi when the scud hit the barracks.
My youngest brother spent ten of his twenty five years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba. He retired as a Master Chief after teaching aeronautics at the school at Elizabeth City CG Station.
My HS best friends older brother died in the Marine Corps Barracks in Beirut.
My cousin was a Marine Corp artillery gunner in the deserts of Kuwait and Iraq.
Today isnt for all of them but all of them are remembered today. I spent 6 hours in the hospital with Dad today as he recounted these stories and more.