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Memorial Day

Douglas Pratt
@DouglasPratt
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We honor the ones who didn't come home. One who did was my dad. Three days after Normandy took a bullet in the leg, but ran his platoon for three more days until he could be evacuated. He was awarded a Silver Star. A lot of people are glad he made it home, but none more so than my younger brother and me. If he hadn't, there would be only two Pratt boys instead of four.

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Discussion (4)

  • Chowderhead@Podunk

    Thanks Doug. I remember a similar post from last year and I hope to see a similar post next year.

    My Dad's cousins had two that died in WWII and the third son died in the Korean war. (Edit) That part of the family got torn apart and had somewhat of a falling out. Angry Irish grudges can last for generations.

    Before my dad died our sides were reunited at the McKeon fire station near Holy Cross College in Worcester. They were so proud of the McKeon Road fire station they did the honor of naming the truck after my cousins. Naming firetrucks is against the rules. I was there at the dedication along with my dad, aunt, and my long lost cousins. We still keep in touch. The crew was ecstatic to see so many McKeon's there.

  • Douglas Pratt@DouglasPratt
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    Chowderhead (View Comment):

    Thanks Doug. I remember a similar post from last year and I hope to see a similar post next year.

    My Dad’s cousins had three that died in WWII and the fourth son died in the Korean war. That part of the family got torn apart and had somewhat of a falling out. Angry Iris grudges can last for generations.

    Before my dad died our sides were reunited at the McKeon fire station near Holy Cross College in Worcester. They were so proud of the McKeon Road fire station they did the honor of naming the truck after my cousins. Naming firetrucks is against the rules. I was there at the dedication along with my dad, aunt, and my long lost cousins. We still keep in touch. The crew was ecstatic to see so many McKeon’s there.

    Thanks, and thanks for the great story. Stuff like that seldom makes headlines, but it’s what really matters.