I don’t guess most folks have any idea what it feels like not knowing that thanksgiving could be your last day on earth; we surely didn’t know—miles from home, a feeling lonesome inside, wishing for only a few minutes to be home. Love is very strange ,it is little like golf, very few ever master it and it can change on you quickly. The letters from home read in the fields of battles are welcomed and can be very sad. Letters don’t always bring good news, and the holidays for a soldier seem to be especially hard. Being far away and having little to no contact love falls apart and is gone. I was lucky I received no letters from home or a girlfriend or a wife; at 18 had neither, and my family was somewhere unknown to me. At mail call after awhile they had me call out and pass out to be involved. I called myself lucky”because of so many letters, were goodbyes letters, and another word, “Dear John letters.”

As the mail was being read by all I noticed quickly the ones that were great and the ones that destoried the man inside, few cried, some had to be restained from screaming in pain, most acted good riddance, but all cried some inside. All soldiers be it on the battle field or sailing on some forgotton oceans feels the pain of home at this time of year, the lonelyness is severe.

Remember, the Holidays need to be a time of love and understanding. The removing a soldier from your life can wait a few weeks until after the Holidays. Remember, most enemies also take advantage of celebrations as the time of weakness. GOD BLESS OUR MEN AND WOMEN IN UNIFORM, MY THOUGHTS FOR THE MANY SOLDIERS I SERVED WITH THAT WERE WOUNDED AND DIED.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Non-sense thought;“ I wished in my time in war that I would have had more empathy and care for my enemy, but that would have most likely gotten me killed.”