A good story, well told. We must never forget the veterans, after all, our lives might have been different if they had failed in their duty. My family live in a small country in the south Pacific called New Zealand. we were taught at school, and our Mum and Dad taught us about the brave very young American boys who fought a terrible war against the Japanese Imperial army and navy and won. Because of them we still have a democratic country to live in. Mother met some of these boys at dances because they came here for R&R between battles. She said they were so young and handsome, and many of them never got to go home. They fought in mosquitoes and leaches and swamps against a fanatical enemy, and saved us. We must never forget.
An apposite tale to this old soldier...Reminded me that I have never really thought much about doing anything re putting together the medals that my service has earned me. I suppose that in some aspects the boy in the story and I share more than a few traits. Thank you for sharing the story...
Thank you so much for your heartfelt comment. It’s deeply moving to know that this story resonated with you on such a personal level. Your service and the sacrifices you’ve made deserve immense respect and recognition. The connection you felt with the boy in the story speaks volumes about the depth of your own journey and character. If this story inspires you to revisit and honor the medals that mark your service, it would be a beautiful tribute to your dedication and resilience. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your experience with us, and for your kind words. Wishing you all the best!
It’s an interesting story, but Tommy walked to the old farmhouse, but after returning the medal he drove home. This story should have been reviewed before being narrated.
So the veteran is long dead. OK. That makes sense. So why does the picture show a veteran with the/a medal in his hand as if he's pinning it on the boy's chest. FALSE ADVERTISING! Shame on you, even if the story told in the narration was true. B.S.
No one forced you to listen to this story or look at the picture. No one said that the people pictured were the actual persons in the story, you assumed that. It's a representation of what the story is about. And OMG, I've grown so tired of the nitpickiness when there are bigger fish to fry in this world. How many people did you actually help today out of the goodness of your heart? How much good did you do in the world this weekend without asking for anything in return? How much did you go out of your way to assist someone in need? But you had time to complain about a picture you weren't forced to see? Oh goody for you.
I don’t think we should be too critical of this gentleman. Obviously the story at least moved him to react and to think about things. Isn’t this what a good story does?
A good story, well told. We must never forget the veterans, after all, our lives might have been different if they had failed in their duty.
My family live in a small country in the south Pacific called New Zealand. we were taught at school, and our Mum and Dad taught us about the brave very young American boys who fought a terrible war against the Japanese Imperial army and navy and won. Because of them we still have a democratic country to live in. Mother met some of these boys at dances because they came here for R&R between battles. She said they were so young and handsome, and many of them never got to go home. They fought in mosquitoes and leaches and swamps against a fanatical enemy, and saved us. We must never forget.
An apposite tale to this old soldier...Reminded me that I have never really thought much about doing anything re putting together the medals that my service has earned me. I suppose that in some aspects the boy in the story and I share more than a few traits. Thank you for sharing the story...
Thank you so much for your heartfelt comment. It’s deeply moving to know that this story resonated with you on such a personal level. Your service and the sacrifices you’ve made deserve immense respect and recognition. The connection you felt with the boy in the story speaks volumes about the depth of your own journey and character.
If this story inspires you to revisit and honor the medals that mark your service, it would be a beautiful tribute to your dedication and resilience. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your experience with us, and for your kind words. Wishing you all the best!
It’s an interesting story, but Tommy walked to the old farmhouse, but after returning the medal he drove home. This story should have been reviewed before being narrated.
Plus he's only 12 years old
So how many times do you have to say “a connection to the past”
So the veteran is long dead. OK. That makes sense. So why does the picture show a veteran with the/a medal in his hand as if he's pinning it on the boy's chest. FALSE ADVERTISING! Shame on you, even if the story told in the narration was true. B.S.
No one forced you to listen to this story or look at the picture. No one said that the people pictured were the actual persons in the story, you assumed that. It's a representation of what the story is about. And OMG, I've grown so tired of the nitpickiness when there are bigger fish to fry in this world.
How many people did you actually help today out of the goodness of your heart?
How much good did you do in the world this weekend without asking for anything in return?
How much did you go out of your way to assist someone in need?
But you had time to complain about a picture you weren't forced to see? Oh goody for you.
I don’t think we should be too critical of this gentleman. Obviously the story at least moved him to react and to think about things. Isn’t this what a good story does?