I was listening to Alexa broadcasting my favorite news program this Memorial Day morning and realized, once again, how lucky I am to be here. I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for the ultimate sacrifice a couple of soldiers made during World War II. This is a re-post of a blog I wrote seven years ago, but it means just as much to me now as it did…
Cyril and George were two English soldiers, probably two of many who hid in the rugged Apennine Mountains in central Italy during World War II. Uncle Richard (Riziero) told this story, along with several other chilling stories about the war he lived through as a young teenager. My father’s youngest brother passed away last November at 94, and with him went all his stories of love, bravery, fear,…
I’m finally getting around to doing all the traveling normal people do when they’re young, now that I’m in my 60s…and I’m loving it. I finally got to Washington D.C. and left with a serious appreciation for our country and the sacrifices of those who helped build it and those who fought and died to keep it free. I went with Carolyn, who can arrange a tour of…
My father served as a medic in the Army in World War II. He never talked about it until he was in his 90s, except to let us know that war is hell and he was not a fan of anything in France, especially the French. So when I went to Paris with two friends for my 40th birthday, and came back with stories of how nice the…