• The PPJ Gazette
Lynn Swearingen (c) copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Somewhere in North Africa and later on Normandy Beach, my Grandfather’s blood, nerve cells and tears stained the desert sands. Captured as a POW, he spent time considering “What am I doing?” just as we now contemplate the same thing. He joined before the war to have the opportunity to serve his Nation.
My father served aboard the USS Kittyhawk supporting an unpopular war. His blood and fear will forever flavor the deck of that behemoth not by his choice, but by having a number that corresponded with forced service.
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