They are fading away, the men and women of WWII, the generation that changed the world we now live in. So many are dying and their stories – what they did and how they survived the war – are being lost.
My friend was a WWII veteran; he lived an amazing life and I was privileged to listen to his journey through life. He was born on a ranch, grew up a cowboy, herded cattle, slept in a bunkhouse and fixed many sourdough biscuits. He was in the rodeo for a year or so and ran a cattle ranch for a while.
Then the war came along. He got drafted and was proud to serve his country. But the hardest thing he had to do was give up his trusted friend, his horse, Joker.
He told me this story with tears in his eyes. Humble as all the veterans of WWII, “just doing my job.” So “sit down partner and rest awhile,” he would say. I will never forget him and all the veterans we owe so much to.
Never miss a local story.
If you know a veteran, ask him and listen to what he went through. You will be amazed at their journey.
Raymond Ghiotto, Salida