In rememberance of my great-uncle, Cecil "Bill" McLendon, whom I never had the chance to meet. He died on D-day during the invasion of Normandy. Like in the opening scene of the movie "Saving Private Ryan", he died on an amphibious landing craft after he and his crew struck a mine. He was 19. To this day my now-ailing grandfather gets tears in his eyes when he remembers the loss of his brother Bill.
Veteran's Day. A day to remember those who made the sacrifice. To remember those who never had to fight but loyally trained and stood at the ready to be called upon. To remember those who were called upon and made it home to share their stories with loved ones. And for those who fought and are no longer with us here. So we shall meet again....
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