He told of how he served in Italy, fighting inch by inch up the country. How he lost his best friend at Anzio...of how he lost his leg at a place called Monte Cassino.(he said that he missed his friend much more than his leg)
My grandad was at Anzio. He never talked about it. Bloody horrible.
In a slow (sad voice) he asked...." I wonder if any of them know?? I wonder if any of them know the price that their Freedom cost??? I wonder if any of them know that their Freedom was paid for in blood...and lives?? I wonder if any of them know that every square inch of this Nation has been paid for with the blood of their fathers...sons..and brothers???? "
I know. My friends and family know, and if they forget, I remind them. If you see him again you tell him we're remembering, for real.
I know I will be spending some time at the cemetery that I met him at...and if I do see him...I will pass on what you (and others) have said.
redrock