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My dad was a submarine combat veteran in the Pacific. He joined the Navy as a 17-year-old and completed Submarine School shortly before his 18th birthday. He was on his first war patrol as an 18-year-old sailor.
He had completed four war patrols by the time the war ended in 1945.
No matter when and where you fought, I thank all of our veterans who served on the front lines and those who provided the support needed on the front lines.
The Submarine Lifeguard League
The Submarine Lifeguard League was officially formed in early 1943. From then and until August 14, 1945, a total of 518 airmen were rescued from a watery grave or certain capture by the enemy. Many rescues were accomplished by the 87 submarines assigned lifeguard missions within sight of enemy forces and while under fire.
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Would have ours posted but are cruising south on I95 to check on my husband’s dad, also a Navy vet. We drove through the Dunken drive thru for a box of Munchkins for the road. We were greeted with a smile and asked if we were vets. When my husband said yes, she was ecstatic, as if she had hit the jackpot. I guess she had gotten too many people saying no. Learning that we were both vets increased her satisfaction. Then she asked me about women serving. She was thinking about enlisting. I think my answer pleased her. Nice start to Veterans Day.
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God bless your father and all who served, Doug.
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George H W Bush was rescued by a sub after he was shot down on a bombing mission.
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In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
For my American friends, the poppy is a British Empire thing: https://www.legion.ca/remembrance/the-poppy
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We Americans wear the poppy, too.