Veterans Day – What It Means to Me
Every Veterans Day I think of my baby…
My mind went numb. There was a huge lump in my throat; heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I had raised him from a tiny baby. He was still a youngster in my mind.
Every Veterans Day I think of my baby…
My mind went numb. There was a huge lump in my throat; heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I had raised him from a tiny baby. He was still a youngster in my mind.
Merry Christmas to you: My life begins in the country in the southern USA. Revisited – The Wonderful Childlike Anticipation of Christmas