I posted this paragraph here a year ago yesterday in response to another members mention of remembering Pearl Harbor Day. Another year has rolled around and I wanted to thank someone special again, remembering this day that made me very proud of him.

<<< My dad was just old enough to enlist when this happened. His brother was two years older. Both went down and enlisted on Dec. 9th after hearing about Pearl Harbor on the radio. My dad joined the Army Airborne Artillery, his brother the Rangers. Both saw action in Europe. Dad came back un-harmed after 4 years, his brother came back minus an eye and a hand from injuries (but with a beautiful British bride ). Their uncle was a prisoner of war in Germany for the duration of the war. My dad and his brother we unseperable, they built their homes next door to each other, their uncle a little ways down the road. They were always together and I grew up on plenty of war stories.

Dad has been gone 26 years, his brother 16. I still think about their commitment and bravey as young men, especially every December 7 th. I have worn my Dad's paratrooper wings on a chain around my neck every day since he passed.

Bless you Dad. >>>

Tony Miller