I give a
literary salute to all the veterans on their special day by talking about a man
with dignity, humility, and grace: My Uncle William, a Brooklyn, New York
pharmacist who served his country on the North African and Italian fronts in
WWII. He was a Renaissance man who spoke, read, and wrote fluent Italian,
played the harmonica and piano, and could recite Shakespeare’s works from
memory.
This selfless man once saved a customer’s son from choking when
something caught in his throat while William was preparing his father’s
prescription.
As a medic on the battlefield, William could tend to a soldier’s
wounds with precision, care, and compassion.
From sprained shoulders to shrapnel in the knees and everything
in between, he kept calm and administered aid to America’s finest patriotic
soldiers.
At war’s end, each year for the rest of his life, he donned the
uniform he’d worn overseas with honor and dignity and saluted his fallen
comrades. He never stopped waving the Stars and Stripes in his hand.
Now, it is up to me to carry the torch and honor his Great War and peacetime deeds by publishing his war memorabilia, a testament to his dedication to this country.
4 comments:
Judith is a gem
Beautiful tribute, Joan.
Thanks, Lynn Lovegreen. My Uncle was an incredible man for all seasons. I adored him. Have a lovely holiday season. A round of applause to Judith as well. Joan Ramirez
Lovely tribute to your uncle and all who served.
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