A day of remembrance for soldiers lost in war. Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, uncles, grandparents that could have been, would have been with us or their children with us.
My grandfather had four brothers.
The oldest, Joseph, was killed in WWI. I have a telegram to my great grandmother saying her son’s body has been received in the port of New York City.
The next oldest was gassed with mustard gas in WWI and spent the rest of his life in a veterans’ hospital in Chillicothe, Ohio.
My grandfather and his brother Frank were too young for WWI, too old for WWII.
Their youngest brother, Charles, was killed in WWII when his troop ship was sunk before it got to Europe.
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