My father was a World War II veteran. Veterans of these battlefields of the last century are now bowed men in their eighties and nineties speaking hesitantly about their colleagues and their service a lifetime ago in the killing fields of Europe and Asia.
Dad served his country mostly in Italy during World War II, and he was a hero of the American variety—putting his life on the line to save the world, and spending his life to serve his family, assuring their well-being in so many ways. We owe our nation to these men, because of their moral strength, their youthful sacrifices, and their country-building ethic. Dad died 10 years ago, alive now with the Lord.
I am the ‘curator’ of his wartime memorabilia, a collection of photos, medals, ribbons, notes, a Bible, mugs, foreign coins and bills, etc.
Here are photos of a few of the worn black and white photos, as well as shots of the Bible he received the day he entered the U.S. Army, May 15, 1943. Also a page from his travel notes.