Maybe current generations will, with you 2 guys, posting stuff like this, I surely hope so, you young people, here is the history of your country and great grand fathers and grand mothers, it is rich, and if your a slacker, it is because your grand parents suffered and strived " so their Son could be a farmer, and his son a lawyer, and his son a poet " now it could go to " musician, slacker, burger king employee " I don't lump all young people in this wrap, but far too many are still living at home, at 25+. Waiting for their inheritance to make a few more miles, until, LIFE, slaps them in the head and they realize, unless they contribute, they are DONE.
Great post!!!!!!!!!!! It just brings things more into perspective, a perspective, I don't really like.
Our parents ( if your 50 or older ) and grand parents, uncles and aunts, were the " Greatest Generation " our culture has been lacking ever since.
My favorite uncle, in the Navy at 14 years old, ( great grand momma lied he was 16 ) and at Pearl Harbor, he was in the shit, lost sight in 1 eye, but survived, and was back on duty rather quickly, did his tour, did not have a bad word to say, it was life. He never talked about it to me about it until I was 38, 39 years old, He died shortly after that, but I remember it all and felt proud that he would share.
In civilian life He had an awning company, and as a child I went with him to work, and saw all these big machine brakes for cutting metal, and machines for corrugating metal, as they did it all in house, He bought me Cokes from the 6 cent 6oz Coke machine, and those Cokes were the real deal, choke one of those cold bad boys back and it brought tears to your eyes. It was nothing for him to drive from from Houston to Dallas to visit us, on a whim, 300 miles and a day trip, Mom would call us kids and say uncle Bill is here. And after lunch, drive back to Houston. I've only done it when I was drunk ( not proud ), but he one eyed it, every day of his life, less 14 for his whole life. I can't imagine driving 300 miles with 1 eye, but he did.
Late in life, He moved back to Alvord Texas, where my mother was born, and lived out his days, farming, never a harsh word, was on the town council for a while, and let me on to some city politics, A stand up guy in every respect, He grew -a 16lb cantaloupe. He is buried in the Alvord cemetery, where a lot of my family is buried, going back a hundred years, that is where my burial plot is next to my mother, and my oldest sister and wife have plots as well, it is on a wind driven hill, but what will I care, when the time comes.
William Sorrels, USN.
I'm proud, but choking on this. Thanks Guys, for giving me the opportunity to share this.