Memorial Day 2016

I got nothing but stories from Grandpa.

Somewhere in the Solomon Islands Grandpa was helping bear litters. The rule was if it appeared the wounds were fatal to give one morphine and move to someone else. Which as he told it was a tough call. Sometimes a guy loses a foot, goes into shock and dies. Other try to put their parts back in and keep shooting,

So he ran across this man, mortally wounded in the chest. He gave him two shots despite the, "damn rules." They shared a cigarette waiting for what was to come. He said when the man drug on his last cigarette the smoke would come out of his left side there where he has been hit by a shell.

The man told him, Short, its not dying that bothers me, its dying here. In this place. His last thoughts were that he has wanted to die at home, in America. And that was his only regret at his death. That he was never going to get to see the US again.

So somewhere there is a family, I don't know who they are. But know your soldier did not die alone. he died with one of his countrymen at his side, giving him the only things he had to give him, morphine and a cigarette.

Thank, you thank you all, we will never forget.

Posted by: Howie at 01:30 PM

Comments

1 Thank you for sharing that. Humbling.

Posted by: Joe Kelly II at May 30, 2016 07:26 PM

2 Thank you for bringing the reason for the day to us.
What sacrifice. I pray he is home now.

Posted by: Brad at May 30, 2016 09:42 PM

3 My Grandfather never talked about his experiences during WW1. Which was strange because he talked --a lot about everything else. His brother told me he went through some tough shit commanding a group who spend six months in the trenches.
My father never said anything about WW2. Because he never came back. Not even his body. He was a pilot in the Army Air Corps and was lost in 1943. I was one and a half years old.
Then I ended up being a Marine Corps lt. in Viet Nam. Right on the front in Khe Sanh during the action. I heard myself saying many times "what the fuck am I doing here". Never could answer that question.
Then both my sons went off to Iraq as Marine Corps officers. See if that doesn't jerk you around. Again I asked myself "what are the boys doing over there"? What is to be gained. Still can't answer that one either.
I wouldn't mind dying for my country. But I sure would like to know it was for a good reason. Does anyone out there really believe Japan was going to invade the U.S. Were the Vietnamese? The Iraqis? Or perhaps the Afghan navy?
Obama and the Clintons have shown the real danger to our life style is right here at home. That's where we need to be fighting.

Posted by: Greyrooster at May 31, 2016 01:01 AM

4 NEVER... SALUTE... <3

Posted by: John at May 31, 2016 07:44 AM






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