I ttended the funeral and burial of a 93 year old retired deputy, who I worked with. He was the architypal old school, easy going deputy for the 60's. Had plenty of stories to tell. A few years ago, I asked his son how old Bill was doing. "He's doing good, but he had a nightmare last night" It was then I learned he served on WWII. Of all the years, of him having a story to tell, he never mentioned even being in the service. I brought his service up with co-workers and none of them knew, either. At his funeral, I met a fellow who workd with me in high school. He worked at Bill's side business as a teen, and spent hours with him. He never knew Bill was a veteran u til he read the obituary. A photo of Bill in his uniform showed his CIB. One of those guys who would rather forget those days, and not endure the questions the curious might ask. Bill was buried with military rites by the local Honor Guard with two young men for the US Army attending the flag ceremonies. I later thanked them and gave each my Office challenge coin. Rest in peace, Bill
Thanks for Sharing Sourwood, I "had" many of my family in WWII, As Bill, most would never speak of it. God Speed you to his arms Bill!
RIP "Bill" and thank you, Sourwood for sharing. I would have to sit and think, but I believe that all of the WWII vets that I've know have left on "eternal patrol" at this point. As some have noted many didn't share lots of stories. Others had tons of them, and seemed to recall them clearer than I can remember what I did three days ago. I guess everyone is wired a little differently, eh?
