I am thinking of World War Two, the war that shaped my young life, so my post today will be highly personal one. Here are some images that tell of the people who fought, the people who worked and prayed on the home front, of one who did not come back and one who did.
Here is the data; the numbers are in MILLIONS:
Here is the moral of the story:
|My brother Andy and me, wearing hats that belonged to our uncles.|
My most vivid memories are of saying our good-byes and of how tense my mother and my grandmother were for all those years.
A flag like this hung in the front window of the two-family house that my family shared with my grandparents. Ours had five stars, for my dad and for four of my mother's brothers. They were all blue until the last year of the war.
Our gold star was for my godfather John Pisacane, who served in Patton's army and then in a tank battalion under General Eisenhower. He was killed during the push to Berlin.
I was lucky enough to get my daddy back. Sam always felt to me like the guardian angel that he appears as in this post-war trip to the beach. I'm the little girl on the right next to my brother Andy.
The other children are my cousins Jimmy, Joann, and Tony.
I longed for my daddy so much for the years while he was gone that images of returning soldiers still move me to tears.
Every year, on Memorial Day I watch this clip from the incredible TV documentary Victory at Sea. If you don't see the link, PLEASE find it here YouTube: Victory at Sea Episode 26 Part 3--
Don't miss it.
I have to go now. I am sobbing.
Annamaria Maria - Memorial Day 2014