I lost 3 uncles at Bataan. My dad's only brothers were killed. One was sick and his brother was trying to carry him on his shoulder, but he fell and the Japanese killed him with a sword. The other two died in the camp. They were just kids. 18, 18 and 19.
Another one was my mother's brother. He's still buried in the National Cemetery in the Philippines. At the time, my grandparents didn't have the money to bring him home. My other grandparents brought my dad's brothers home. At least they think it was them. They wouldn't let them open the caskets.
Growing up, I used to go spend the summer with my grandparents, and I'll always remember that my grandmother had a picture of the flag draped coffins with a small picture of the boys, sitting on her dresser. Recently my dad gave it all to me, along with some school books that belonged to them.
None of them were married, so the only cousins I have on my dad's side are 3 girls, who my aunt had, but they live 1000 miles away. I used to feel cheated because I have such a small family, but I understood the sacrifice they made to keep America free, and I believed it was worth it. The way our government is shredding our Constitution REALLY angers me because of the men and women who have died to keep our country free. They did NOT do it so we could be overrun by an invasion across our borders because our sorry a$$ed government doesn't want to do anything about it.
thank you for your story.. tears here...