RIP for all who have fought for there beliefs...on both sides.
War is ugly.
My mom’s 5 brothers all went. They all made it home. I could see it in their eyes as a youngster when they said something in passing. They never talked much about it.
Dad was too young. Born 1930 him and mom. War was over. R.I.P. Good parents. Kids having kids. I was 1950. Sis ‘52.
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