What would we be without you!!
Thank You for your service!!
Thank You for your service!!
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Thank you to all of those that are serving and have served in our military.
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Honoring our vets today. Signing wall of honor for 2022.
"Early on November 11th, the Germans met the Allies near Paris to sign an Armistice ending the fighting. The agreement set 11:00am Paris time as the moment the truce would begin - the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
The fighting continued until the last possible moment. As a result, there were 10,944 casualties, including 2,738 deaths, on the war’s last day. Most occurred within a period of the last three hours."
The fighting continued until the last possible moment. As a result, there were 10,944 casualties, including 2,738 deaths, on the war’s last day. Most occurred within a period of the last three hours."
The new film version of "All Quiet on the Western Front", captures the particular insanity of that last day. The film throughout pertrays very well the stark, grim aspect of war.
Happy Veteran's Day to all my fellow Veterans.
It was an Honor to serve.
Thank you to all that served.
Thank you to all who support our Veterans and honor them.
I wish that the younger generation would see it that way.
Unfortunately, serving your country is not as respected as it once was.
I feel the military helps bring us together, helps with perspective of how fortunate we are.
I Salute our Veterans.
Thank you to all that served.
Thank you to all who support our Veterans and honor them.
I wish that the younger generation would see it that way.
Unfortunately, serving your country is not as respected as it once was.
I feel the military helps bring us together, helps with perspective of how fortunate we are.
I Salute our Veterans.
I have it on my list for sure.
There were many stories that final morning of battles being fought over small towns that had running water and better accommodations... basically regiment/company commanders were pushing their men to fight to the death right up to 1100 so they would have a roof over their heads and running water.
Born in 1950, I grew up in a small rural area a stones throw from Shamokin Pa. The economy was still vibrant (coal) and virtually every man seemed to have a job that provided for their families. At the time, I was blissfully unaware of being surrounded by heroes in nearly every neighborhood home. I was obsessed with playing baseball and "army." Often finding relics like helmet liners, canteens, etc. to enhance our dress up war games. I would pepper my Dad with questions about the men in the neighborhood and what their war experiences may have been. He would politely comply with, Mr. Cousins was airborne, Mr. Webber was a Japanese POW etc."
He never spoke of his service, but I would often disappear into the attic and gaze at his dress uniform, adorned with medals encased in plastic and stored in a closet.
Time passed and my attentions turned to other sorts of fascination (like girls
and playing football etc.)
During one holiday break I noticed that my little nephew (my brother was born in 1943), was now going through a stage of curiosity and fascination with Grandpa's war experience. As only a child can do he asked, "Grandpa, did you kill anyone?"
My Dad hesitated and I saw his eyes well up with tears, he replied, "I hope not."
Until that time my only knowledge of Dad's war experience came when I would ease drop on this conversations with my uncle, a combat engineer, who left his right leg on the Ludendorff Bridge (at Remagen) at age 19.
As he aged and hit his mid sixties Dad started to attend reunion gatherings of the 28th Division and even took my Mom back to Belgium to try and retrace his steps during the Battle of the Bulge. After he passed we found his Bronze Star.
Like many guys of his generation my Dad was not prone to displays of affection. I got a handshake when I graduated from high school. After I got married and had children, it seemed he was prepared to welcome me into the "club." We would spend a few hours one on one on Saturday Mornings when I would bring the family back to Pa. to visit. I couldn't help but notice he was very different and open with his feelings with my sons.
I think about him every day and how I wish I could have better understood the hell he went through. All of these men returned and simply rolled up their sleeves and went to work. All they did was save the world.
So thanks to all the veterans like my Pop that allow us to obsess over something as trivial as football.
He never spoke of his service, but I would often disappear into the attic and gaze at his dress uniform, adorned with medals encased in plastic and stored in a closet.
Time passed and my attentions turned to other sorts of fascination (like girls
and playing football etc.)During one holiday break I noticed that my little nephew (my brother was born in 1943), was now going through a stage of curiosity and fascination with Grandpa's war experience. As only a child can do he asked, "Grandpa, did you kill anyone?"
My Dad hesitated and I saw his eyes well up with tears, he replied, "I hope not."
Until that time my only knowledge of Dad's war experience came when I would ease drop on this conversations with my uncle, a combat engineer, who left his right leg on the Ludendorff Bridge (at Remagen) at age 19.
As he aged and hit his mid sixties Dad started to attend reunion gatherings of the 28th Division and even took my Mom back to Belgium to try and retrace his steps during the Battle of the Bulge. After he passed we found his Bronze Star.
Like many guys of his generation my Dad was not prone to displays of affection. I got a handshake when I graduated from high school. After I got married and had children, it seemed he was prepared to welcome me into the "club." We would spend a few hours one on one on Saturday Mornings when I would bring the family back to Pa. to visit. I couldn't help but notice he was very different and open with his feelings with my sons.
I think about him every day and how I wish I could have better understood the hell he went through. All of these men returned and simply rolled up their sleeves and went to work. All they did was save the world.
So thanks to all the veterans like my Pop that allow us to obsess over something as trivial as football.
From a long line of veterans and was happy and proud to serve; probably the second most formative/impactful period of my life. I was in Germany for the most part and for ‘training’ we went to the Meuse-Argonne cemetery in France to learn about the battles there and raise the American flag. Just overwhelmingly humbling. Thank you to all vets - today and always.
Our Country would be much different if everyone served...I dont mean all have to do Combat Arms etc......but 2 years of some form of civil service would do wonders and fix a LOT of the issues we have today.....
The Greatest Generation is just that!
The Greatest Generation is just that!
could not agree with you more
Grandfather served in WWI, father and uncle in WWII. God bless all who served and still do. We owe you more than we can ever repay. Father served on the USS Jupiter, one on the ships that delivered supplies during the battle for Iwo Jima. It was a source of pride for him all his life. 
My dad and four uncles all served in WWII, one uncle was killed when his B-17 went down. Between them and my cousins and I, we have had guys in every branch of the service.
The American Legion started a tradition of wearing poppies in 1920 after World War I, then known as “The Great War” or “The War to End All Wars.”
That same year, they sold them throughout the country, as did others in England, to raise funds to support the orphans in France.
Today, the tradition continues but the funds are usually directed to support disabled veterans and their families.
Veterans Day was initially known as Armistice Day, but others called it Poppy Day. Some challenged Poppy Day arguing that the day is too sacred.
Here’s a short history on why poppies are connected to Veterans Day.
That same year, they sold them throughout the country, as did others in England, to raise funds to support the orphans in France.
Today, the tradition continues but the funds are usually directed to support disabled veterans and their families.
Veterans Day was initially known as Armistice Day, but others called it Poppy Day. Some challenged Poppy Day arguing that the day is too sacred.
Here’s a short history on why poppies are connected to Veterans Day.
On a lighter note, my grandfather served in WW1, my father in WW2, me in Vietnam and my oldest son in Desert Storm. Four straight generations of men who couldn’t figure out how to stay out of harms way.
On a long rainy Veterans Day in NEPA… HBO had The Pacific series… loving it. Not as good as Band of Bros but still excellent. So much respect for those guys.
Actually I thought same thing…..I was heavily versed in the ETO of WW2 prior to when SPR came out and then a few years later BoB (only reason I subscribed to HBO) and had already read the Ambrose books and others. With that said, when I heard the Pacific was coming out I was excited, anticipating it to be as good as BoB…at first it wasn’t and I had watched it a few times. Actually, I think it’s better now. BoB is more of the macro view points of the soldiers from the company, platoon and squad perspectives. Where Pacific is based on a few of the soldiers experiences. Granted it doesn’t flow the same way with all the intertwined plots and such but if you allow yourself to be immersed through the eyes of Leckie and Sledge it’s very powerful. The last episode, scene when Sledge and his father went dove hunting and Sledge couldn’t do it and PTSD kicked in…that was extremely powerful for me…
Sorry that I didn't post this earlier...I was preoccupied with my dad being on the Bataan Death March and the atrocities that occured during and after being a prisoner.
Rest in peace dear Emily.
Meet Emily Perez
Emily Perez was a Second Lieutenant in the United States Army serving in Iraq who became the first female African-American officer in US military history to die in combat. After graduating from high school with honors, she entered the United States Military Academy at West Point. There she was an exemplary student and talented track star, becoming the highest-ranking African-American female cadet in the history of West Point. She was a Cadet Command Sargent Major. Following graduation from West Point in 2005, she was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the 204th Support Battalion, 2nd Brigade, 4th Infantry Division of the United States Army. Perez was deployed to Iraq in December as a Medical Service Corps officer. Perez was killed in action on September 12, 2006, while leading a convoy through Al Kifl, Iraq. She was killed when a makeshift bomb exploded near her Humvee during combat operations in Al Kifl, near Najaf. Lieutenant Perez’s military awards include the Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Army Commendation Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Iraq Campaign Medal, Global War on Terrorism Service Medal, Army Service Ribbon, Overseas Service Ribbon, and the Combat Action Badge. She posthumously received the NCAA Award of Valor in 2008. Her former unit honored her by naming a street “Emily’s Way” and a medical center the “Emily J.T. Perez Treatment Facility”. She is buried in West Point’s Cemetary. RIP Emily RIP.
Rest in peace dear Emily.
Meet Emily Perez
Emily Perez was a Second Lieutenant in the United States Army serving in Iraq who became the first female African-American officer in US military history to die in combat. After graduating from high school with honors, she entered the United States Military Academy at West Point. There she was an exemplary student and talented track star, becoming the highest-ranking African-American female cadet in the history of West Point. She was a Cadet Command Sargent Major. Following graduation from West Point in 2005, she was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the 204th Support Battalion, 2nd Brigade, 4th Infantry Division of the United States Army. Perez was deployed to Iraq in December as a Medical Service Corps officer. Perez was killed in action on September 12, 2006, while leading a convoy through Al Kifl, Iraq. She was killed when a makeshift bomb exploded near her Humvee during combat operations in Al Kifl, near Najaf. Lieutenant Perez’s military awards include the Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Army Commendation Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Iraq Campaign Medal, Global War on Terrorism Service Medal, Army Service Ribbon, Overseas Service Ribbon, and the Combat Action Badge. She posthumously received the NCAA Award of Valor in 2008. Her former unit honored her by naming a street “Emily’s Way” and a medical center the “Emily J.T. Perez Treatment Facility”. She is buried in West Point’s Cemetary. RIP Emily RIP.
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