The story changes everyday. There is always a new version and someone else involved... as if the media were writing a good novel. As if they know, ahead of time, that they may be able to sell the screenplay to Hollywood.
As I stood out in my front yard, looking at this rather spectacular morning , I realized that I had lost my bearings yesterday, on the real Veteran's Day, thinking that today was the day to honor those who served. So I came in and opened our cabinet that we keep "special things" in and took out the large envelope that I keep my POW bracelet in. This envelope also has all the information that the POW-MIA organization sent to me in 1973 on the man who's name is on the bracelet.
In this envelope are a copy of the post that I did two years ago and other information that I have collected over the years, the return address of his family in 1973 and the bracelet.
The most meaningful addition is the card that I received from Maj Serex's daughter after I wrote about her father and the bracelet on my blog. I cannot say how much this card means to me.
Please read my post, here, that tells about Maj. Serex and his story. May we never forget the men and women who served and came home, the ones who came back but were never the same and those who were never found.
To our son, my father, my great uncle and all others who chose to join the forces and do their duty to our country... I give my gratitude and love.
Sunrise over the Foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.