Most of us in the United States don't have work and school today. Why? Because today we remember those who fought and died for the freedoms we have.
On behalf of Brian and I we say thank you so much to your memory and your families sacrifices. Your sacrifice enabled us to not only spend time reading comic books, complaining about our sports teams and doing everything Secret Identity!
Now, my story about the above picture!
When I was about 5 or 6 years old I found this picture tucked into the side of my grandmother's mirror in her bedroom. When I asked who it was I was shocked to find out. This was a picture of my grandfather Stanley and my dad, also Stanley. As a little kid i couldn't imagine my dad ever being that small (and blonde), and never knew my grandfather served during World War Two.
As I kept asking for more and more information about this photograph I found out the story and meaning behind it.
The picture was taken in Forest Park in Springfield, Massachusetts (not too far from where I live today) and was the first time my grandfather ever saw his son. My grandfather was drafted a few months after he found out he was going to be a father. By the time my dad was born, my grandfather was serving on a destroyer in the Pacific Ocean; being a part of every major sea battle as U.S. forces drove the Japanese back to their homeland and ultimate surrender. So around my dad's third birthday... the two finally were able to meet.
That is the picture.
My grandfather served our country and sacrificed time with his child that most of us fathers take for granted. Over 400,000 fathers never came home from the Pacific or European Theaters during World War Two to see their children. My 'pump-up' did!
To me this picture stood for sacrifice and hope. Today it stands for so much more.