This weekend as we gather at the campground to stuff ourselves with goodies in celebration of the long weekend, I'd like to take a moment to thank all of our armed forces, both active & retired. I'm collecting some more pictures from my Dad's side of the family, and wanted to share this one of my great-uncle. His name is Michael, though we have always called him Uncle Mickey.
Mickey landed in Europe eleven days after the invasion of France, while there were still bodies floating in the water. He was part of a machine gun squad. He was wounded by artillary fire from an 88, which tossed him in the air ten feet or so. He feels that his life was saved because he had so many clothes on because of the winter weather. He lost part of a lung as a result. After being wounded, he was left in a farmhouse with a German prisoner, which he thought was interesting.
Uncle Mickey is still alive & doing well, and he has our thanks for his brave service. May God bless & protect all of our troops, and may God bless America.