While researching my family tree, I discovered that family members have served in every one of our country’s wars except one–the Revolutionary War, and that’s because we weren’t here yet.
I learned that my Irish ancestors arrived in New York in time to fight for the Union in the Civil War. I located copies of the 1917 Army registrations for my grandfather and his brother; my great-uncle served during World War I.
My father and uncles were in the Army during World War II. My father’s brother served in the China-India-Burma theater, and was wounded and afflicted with malaria. He earned a Purple Heart.
One of my brothers served in the Air Force during the Vietnam Era.
Cousins served in the Coast Guard, and in the first Gulf War.
Freedom is precious, and I’m proud of my family members who fought to preserve it. Memorial Day is the time I remember those I knew, those I didn’t, and the men and women who fought and died alongside them to keep America strong and the world free.
A blessed Memorial Day to all.