My dad did not serve in WWII. He was a farmer, in his late twenties with children. Healthy as a horse but still not called to serve because, well, food for the soldiers. Two of my uncles served during WWII. One of Hubby's uncles and several of our uncles in law served is various arms of the service. Uncle Clay was in a tank division under General Patton. Uncle was part of the Battle of the Bulge. Later he entered one of the concentration camps his division helped liberate. He recounted the horror he saw only once to me. Horrors that could haunt a sensitive person for a lifetime.
|Bombed home in Bosnia|
If I could use a blender to process all this information and feelings I could get back to blogging. That is not possible. Please, be patient as I process in my 69 year old mind kind of way.... I'll get unstuck....
|Belgrade gift shop.|