I just wanted to share this with you.
Today, I visited my father’s grave. His stone reflects his service in the U.S. Army as a PVT at war time, World War I. Born in 1896, he would be 120 years of age this year. As I approached his grave marker, which I knew was a bit overgrown with grass, I notice what I though was a piece of paper sitting on it. As I got closer, I noticed that the color was red, white and blue . . . but it wasn’t just a piece of paper at all. It was a tattered piece of cloth . . . a…Read more