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In Honor Of Those Who Died



This week-end we remember those who died to keep us free. 

I'd love to know what you think about your freedom. Tell me and enter to win a Kindle copy of Hair Calamities and Hot Cash or Barely Above Water. 





To enter to win the Kindle copy of Hair Calamities and Hot Cash OR Barely Above Water leave your own comment and an email address or answer one or more of the following questions and include an email address. A winner will be chosen at random.

What do the freedoms we enjoy in the United States mean to you? Which ones do you hold dear?
What rights do you want to exercise because you have the freedom to do so?
How would you feel if the freedom and these rights were taken from you?
Have the United States citizens maintained the values the brave men and women died for in World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam and the Middle East, so that they did not die in vain?
How do you think the soldier who died for your rights would feel about the way you're using them?


Comments

I am eternally grateful for our freedom being preserved by those who paid the price and others who also served recently as well as a long time ago. My dad was too young for WW1 and too old for WW2 and would not have been able to serve due to loosing an eye at the foundry just before I was born. However, the only time I saw him cry was when we learned his best friend lost his life at the Battle of the Bulge. That was when I was only six. I would like to see the wall with names to look for Dad's friend's name. We owe all of them such a debt.
Gail, thanks for asking for our comments. I have read both of your stories you offer.
Anonymous said…
Gail,
In these troubled times, the idea of our freedom is more important than ever. Not just from foreign soils, but from within. You have no idea how distraught I am to see people abusing veterans, defiling our flag and the media and Hollywood lying to us all.

I just wrote my first historical fiction loosely based on my parents just after WWII. I had to write for my dad's military records because he couldn't talk about the horror he went through. Many men couldn't. We have forgotten what they suffered for us--those there and those left at home.
Gail Pallotta said…

Hi Larry,

Thanks for leaving your personal comments and adding to our tribute for those who died for our freedom. We all need to remember the sacrifice they made.
Gail Pallotta said…

Hi Cindy, Thank you for coming by to comment and thank you for writing a historical fiction based on your parents just after WWII. We need a record of the things they fought to uphold and the price they paid to do it.
Gail, my father contracted some illness over in the Philippines that caused his skin to peel and him to throw up blood for many years. Doctors could never determine what it was. He suffered but never complained. There was all kinds of suffering.
Gail Pallotta said…
Hi Cindy,

I know. My father was also in the Philippines and contracted an illness, one that doctors here weren't familiar with and couldn't help. He finally received help from a physician who had served in the Philippines, but there was only so much he could do, and my father also suffered for the rest of his life.
I'm sorry, Gail. 😥
Robin Bayne said…
Thanks for sharing.
Gail Pallotta said…
Hi Robin,

You bet. Thank you for stopping by.

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