I JUST WANTED TO GET HOME: More than twenty years ago I met a man named Walt Miller, he was the neighbor of a female friend. On June 6, 1944 he was a eighteen year old army private storming the beaches of Normandy. I use to always visit him whenever I visited my friend and listen to his stories. My friend would much rather get to wherever we were going but she would let me have thirty minutes to talk to him until l finally just started showing up an hour early to see him. He told me of the invasion, how he was scared to death, how he felt when he learned that half of his platoon was dead at the end of the day. That day Mr. Walt lost his best friend Tony as the gate lowered when German bullets tore into Tonys head and chest. Tony was dead when he hit the shallow water. Mr. Walt ran out of the landing craft never to see his friend again. Walt had a beautiful sweetheart back in Tennessee named Mary. She was blonde and smart, he said he loved her so much that his heart would hurt. Mr. Walt kept a picture of her in his left pocket of his shirt. He said if was killed in action he would die with her next to his heart. He said all he wanted to do was to get home to her. Nothing else mattered. I met Ms. Mary who was now his elderly wife, I remember her sparkling blue eyes and her really good sweet tea. We dont make people like the Millers anymore, I dont think love like theirs is very common these days either. Our country and our world would look a lot different but for brave men like Walt Miller. As we watch the news and see stories of incompetent leaders, army deserters and the mistreatment of our veterans, we already know we have to do more. We cannot allow what has become to remain. We should remember that we are the land of the free because we are protected by the very brave. We owe the brave more than we have paid. Happy Friday!
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 12:48:10 +0000
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