I may be spending the day off from my day job likely relaxing or doing something writing related but I do always reflect on the true meaning of this day. I’m American and I live knowing that there wouldn’t be any freedom without those that fought and died for it. My great-grandfather died in World War II, was the biological father my paternal grandmother never knew. He was Private First Class Edward J. Miller of the US Army. He was born in 1922 and enlisted in Spring 1942 in New York City. He was from Westchester County, New York. My grandmother was born in South Carolina in March 1943. He was part of the group of army units under General Eisenhower. After D-Day, he was part of the troops fighting in the Battle Hürtgen Forest. This bloody battle is one of the deadliest in our history but it is overshadowed by the Battle of the Bulge going on further south. He lost his life in that forest on the border of Belgium and Germany. His body wasn’t recovered but someone in his unit brought his dog tags home to his mother. The US Army declared him dead in 1946. May we all remember those who fought and died for it with gratitude today. It may be a family member like mine who never returned or one who fought and lived out their days with their family but now no longer with us. Their sacrifice gave us so much more than we realize. Today we remember and honor them all. #memorialday #remember #honor #theyfoughtforourfreedom #theyfoughtforus #rememberthefallen #honorthefallen #theysacrificedforus #thereasonforourfreedom #memorial #allgavesome #somegaveall #writerslife #writersofig #writersofinstagram #myfamily #myfamilyhistory #writerscommunity #writersnetwork https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx-DSYJgg88/?igshid=1htwun8prinja
