Update: I am sorry I did not explain the unfortunate events that took the life of my Uncle. He was killed during an army mortar exercise in Hamberg, Germany. The shell exploded before it was intended. Sharpnel penetrated his back and entered his heart killing him instantly.
The essay below was written by my beloved Granny. It was written for an english class assignment in 1957 when she returned to college at the age of 51 to get her teaching degree after her son was killed.
My mother and I found the essay in her belongings after she died in 1985. We had no idea she had ever written it, let alone shared her grief with strangers. She never shared it with us. You see, Granny was not a demonstrative woman. She was that no nonsense kind of gal that survived life instead of lived it.
I wanted to share it as a way to remember all of those who have served our country. All of those who keep us free. All of those of take on special endeavors while they are doing so and especially the families of those who so graciously allow the ones you love to leave you, be it for a short time or forever.
We honor you and remember you and keep you in our hearts.
oh by the way: she got a B+ on the essay