Memorial Day

I got to thinking about my family,and all that served our country. Most of them ar gone to their final reward.
My Grandfather, William John, WW1. A Cook.
His sons.
Dewey, USN Sea Bee. Under water demolitions. WW2.
Edward, USMC, Iwo Jima. WW2. He said the fighting was so fierce that you couldn't take the time to crap.
William T, my father. 11Th Airborne. Korea. Three purple hearts.
Leonard, Army.
Two grandsons from his daughters.
Wayne W, Army, Viet Nam.
Jim K, USN, Marine barracks, Lebanon.
Great grandchildren.
Jen, my niece. USN.
Ruth, my daughter. USN.
These are just the ones I know about. Too many cousins to keep tract of.
We have been blessed that none fell on the field of battle, though I think Wayne died of cancer at 28 due to Agent Orange. Just my guess though.
I think of some of my friends. Rusty, USN Viet Nam. I think he was on the Midway, but not sure. He told me that on the last day the choppers were coming so fast that they barely had time to throw them overboard before the next landed.
Jeff, Air Force. Desert Storm 1. He said the sun was blocked out from the smoke. A scene from Dante's inferno.
Some families lost so much and need our prayers.
On Monday, I will grill some meat, and spend a quiet day with loved ones, and say a prayer for those that serve and have served.