What did the soldiers of World War II feel like when they were approaching battle? What was it like to be in a tank that was firing at enemy troops? How would he have felt if someone fell right next to him while he was running for his life? He wouldn't have been able to stop and look at him. Would he remember that moment for the rest of his life? Would he wish it was himself that fell instead of the other person? Were they scared? Something drastic could happen in a split second and they had to be prepared for anything. Just thinking about these things brings tears to my eyes as I realize how those soldiers risked their lives for something they believed in. Their family. Their home. Our nation.
Where we have the freedom like no other country. It makes me very honored that
I live in a country that many men fought for my freedom. I thank God that they
sacrificed their lives for the future generation. My generation. And it's my
job to preserve it. And fight for it.
(me on a tank at
My grandpa served in WWII in the C.A A.A. 430. We found his military jacket and hat in his old basement. We found a few things in the pocket and under the fold in the hat. It was so cool. It was like I was holding history in my hand. All those things that I studied and read about, it was like I was touching it, and feeling history come alive. We took it to
Cantigny, and they helped us a lot with where the things
we found came from and where my grandfather served. It's just so cool to think
that I'm related to someone who fought for our country. It was such a long time
ago, but I felt I was living it by just holding his hat in my hand. My
grandfather sailed from Boston to Wales in 11
days. I wonder what happen, who he talked to, what he experienced? My dad said
that he would never talk about the war when my dad was little. Was it that bad?
Why did people have to suffer to get over arguments with other countries? War
is a terrible thing. But I am thankful for all who served. And all died for our
Joyfully in Him,