National Purple Heart Day - August 7th

I salute my late Father. He earned is purple heart on April 16th, 1945, just outside the town of DĂĽsseldorf, Germany. Call it bad luck, as in a few weeks the war in Europe ended.

He was approaching a bridge to cross a small river. As he got to the entrance to the bridge, they heard an artillery shell coming in. He instinctively jumped to the right to get away from the bridge. He landed in the mud alongside the bridge. He had seven other guys down there with him. Only two survived, my dad and one other guy. The only injuries he suffered were broken bones in his feet and ankles. Turned out to be a ticket home.

I was born 5 years later in 1950, my father fully recovered from his wounds. He always thanked his lucky stars and God for his survival.
 

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