Today I find myself remembering the stories my Dad and Aunt
would share of their experiences of being a soldier and nurse
during World War II.
Dad was in the infantry and Aunt Madge
was a nurse stationed on the tiny Island of Guam. Both of
these dear people came home safely and lived full and
abundant lives after the War. However their stories of passion
for our country resonate in my heart and soul.
Dad received his basic training in California - then was
deployed. He traveled to his duty station on a ship, over the
rough Pacific Ocean, it took many weeks, which to him-
seemed like it took forever, so many of the men became
seasick. Aunt Madge shared stories of service people getting
Island Fever. ( a term used for being "stuck," on a rock and
longing to get off of it.) The Island of Guam is very small.
(Guam is only 30 miles long and 4-12 miles wide)
My Mom, my sister and my Dad-prior to his deployment.
Mom would tell stories of how the women had to give up
wearing stockings because the material used for stockings had
to be used for the war. Since the women did not have
stockings, they would then draw a line up the
back of their legs to resemble the seam on their nylons.
This is my family and although they have died. They will
always be with me. These are the people who helped to build
our Nation. Not only through their service but through their
hard work. Let us never forget what they each gave to
every American that walks this Country on this Memorial Day
Thank you Dad, Mom and Aunt Madge- I am proud to say you
all were mine.