A non-writing related post.
My father fought in the Navy during the second world war. He enlisted right out of high school and was trained as a sonar operator on an ocean going tugboat. While my father never talked in detail about his wartime experiences, there were some stories I grew up hearing.
One was of my dad's role in the capture and recovery of the U-505.
His ship, the USS Abnaki, was responsible for helping to salvage the sinking sub and towing it to Bermuda.
The Abnaki also was responsible for towing barges of equipment across the Atlantic, dodging German subs to do so.
I can only imagine what it was like for him, at 18, to go to war in defense of his country.
At 86, he is still a vital, intelligent man, a remnant of a generation who deferred their lives and dreams to get the job done. As the mother of 2 teenage boys, I pray they will never have to see combat, I pray that all who serve will make it home safely and that we, as a species, will learn how to live together.
On this Memorial Day, I hold both the highest admiration and regard for the men and women who serve and pray I live to see a day when that service will not be needed.