Freedom

My father survived the War and he felt lucky when many men that he knew didn’t make it home alive. He did the best that he could to return to some sort of normalcy by putting the memories of the wartime years behind him. He could never talk about this experience but I am certain that he would approve of the story that I’m telling for him and through him. He would realize that it was meant not only for him but for all of the heroes who fought for us in WWII. He would be happy to have his comrades remembered and would understand and agree completely how critical it is to carry on their legacy. He would humbly admit that, yes, he was one of them. My father, and thousands of men like him, learned the true value of freedom. Freedom is something that many of us, who have never lost it or had to fight for it, take for granted. My dad would want us to realize the sacrifices that were made and the price that was paid for us, the protected, so we could enjoy the freedoms that we possess today.