Eighty-seven years ago a young woman rejoiced to hear the bells ring out the news of the Armistice. World War One ended this day in 1918, and the Lamb family celebrated in anticipation of the return of their loved ones.
Josephine especially looked forward to embracing both her brother Henry and her beloved John. The bloodshed had ended and Europe was at peace.
Only my grandfather John returned safe. Henry died the day before the Armistice.
My father Stephen entered the Army Air Corps, during World War Two. One can only imagine my Grammy’s suppressed fears and hidden tears. He was so young he required parental permission to enlist. She must have only very reluctantly given hers.
What courage and grace in adversity! My gratitude and reverence grows as the years pass and my family becomes all the more precious to me.
Thank you, Grammy. And Grampa. And Dad. And Great Uncle Henry.
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Little Pond
Two links:
How about a hero from after the Civil War? The groundswell is building, especially around Elmira, New York, to recognise this extraordinarily unselfish man.
And a lighter note: visit this site for its latest "Five on Friday.
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Wonderful story!
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