Remembering

Remembering!

I have for the past years listened to the stories of WWII and the men and woman who fought and died. But I could never understand them or the emotions that they held. This did change some when at an air show I was looking at a bomber. This was a B-24 Liberator built to help drive back the Nazi's from Europe as my father would say. As I looked up at the artwork and bomb missions, the name Miss. Meghan painted on the side I herd crying. On my left was a Lady dressed in a blue shirt, shorts and a straw hat. A younger woman in jeans and tee shirt escorted her. With tears on her cheeks she just stood and looked up at the bomber. The younger woman held her close both not speaking. An older man stepped slowly over to her. He reached out and put his hand on hers. As the three sets of eyes moved over each other faces moved and more tears fell. This lady had lost a husband in the war. He flew Liberators and never got to see his child grow up. Now his Granddaughter stands looking up at the large engines and tears fall on her face. This now I can start to put emotion and people to the stories of war and hate. The three stand and embrace. The only common tie this large machine of war, the B-24.