One of my first memories a long,long time ago. I was playing with a toy on the living room floor. There was a knock at the front door, my mom got up and went to the door and let in a young man in uniform. They stood and talked for a while, then he left. Years later she and I were talking over old times and I asked her if she remembered that, and she said she did, and that the young man had been a friend of hers in school. He was shipping out and stopped to say goodbye. A short time later he took part in the D-Day invasion. I told her it was funny I remembered something like that. She told me while they were talking I went over to him and pushed against his legs and told him to leave and she told me to stop and I went off crying. Then she told me he died in the water, never made the beach. I?ve often thought about this young man. The one I told to leave.

God Bless those that keep us free.

God Bless America.