D-Day was a momentous event for our parents, who both served
in the US Army during World War II. They worked in military hospitals, first in
England and then France. Growing up I heard lots of stories about life in the
army. Although I was shielded from horrific details in my childhood, the significance
of being a WWII vet was clearly visible, honored, held in high regard. It
sticks with me even now and especially now for my brother. God bless the vets.
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