My dad was a marine during WWII, spending most of his time in conflict with the Japanese on one south pacific island or other. My mom was a nurses aid at the Chicago Veterans hospital during those years.
This was taken just before he shipped out.
Five years ago my mother died on Veterans Day. I had been at the Collinsville Veterans Day parade and service and learned of her death later in the day. Oddly, my memory of that year's parade is of a cloudy, cold dark day. This morning, looking at the pictures I took, I see that the sun was shining and the sky was blue.
No parade this year because of the road work along that route.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Also my grandfather got himself into the Spanish American War with Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders by lying about his age. He was around 15/16.