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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

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.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

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.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

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.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 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.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

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.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba. He retired as a Master Chief.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

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.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

My Uncle, Father Charles, was a Lt. Colonel in the Big Red One and commander of the division pastoral team in Africa during WW2.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

My Uncle, Father Charles, was a Colonel in the army and part of the pastoral command team in Africa during WW2.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

My Uncle Father Charles was a Colonel in the army and part of the pastoral command team in Africa during WW2.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba.

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.

Uncle George died on Flanders Field. He was in a Canadian Regiment.

Uncle Mike survived Omaha Beach. He was in the 9th wave.

Uncle Hank was on an oil tender moored next to battleship row. He was thrown off the ship and swam to shore safely.

Uncle Bob was at Hickam Field. His plane was destroyed on the ground.

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 years in a Coast Guard helicopter patrolling the waters between Clearwater Beach CG Station and Guantamano Bay Cuba.

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.