I lost my grandmother this past spring. She was 88 years young, and was the last of my surviving grandparents. All four of my grandparents grew up in hard times during the Great Depression.
As we remember the Veterans today, remember the ones who stayed at home. I love a good History Channel documentary, especially one about WWII. There was a particularly good one this past spring called The World Wars. What gets lost in these great documentaries about these colorful personalities and the soldiers who went around the world to fight are the stories of the women who stayed at home. We all know Rosie the Riveter, but really the women who stayed back, sacrificed for the war effort, worked in the factories, etc…they are the heroes, too.
Both of my grandfathers fought in WWII and served in the Pacific Theater. They grew up not far from one another in rural Northeast Alabama, probably no more than 30 miles from each other. Didn’t have a clue who each other was. When my mom and dad started dating in the late 1960s, my grandpas sat around and talked. They were talking about a battle, and soon they realized that they were on the same island at the same time, stationed just a few miles apart from one another.
Two poor farm boys from Alabama literally went all around the world. Didn’t know each other at the time, but some 20+ years later, they reconnected when their children met in Chattanooga.
I just think that is pretty cool.