My Father was an MP in WWII I was 16 when he died in 79. My neighbor Ray was in the battle of Saipan, when I took him to the Dr. for a heart attack the Dr. discovered fresh scars on his chest and looked at me, bewildered as if he was a cutter. Ray explained that the scars from crawling on the coral never heal and he has had those scars ever since. Ray never complained, never asked for help and kept those horrors of the war to himself.
Eternal rest grant unto Ray and our Dads, and
and may perpetual light shine upon them.
May their souls and all the souls of the faithfully departed, through the mercy of God,
Rest in peace.
I am thinking of Ray and our Dads together in heaven, my Dad and as it turns out Ray also, liked to hunt pheasant, maybe they are doing that now?
I really would like to thank each and every one of you who expressed your kind thoughts.
It is comforting to know that even strangers would do this.
My Dad was proud of his miliary service and wished to have military honours. Unfortunately, we are told no one is available for this Friday. I guess this is just a sign of the times.
Again, thank you for the outpouring of sentiment and your prayers.