New member from holland

[Walt's Daughter]

Will look forward to seeing it.

 

2 stories: My dad got off a bus in London to buy my mother a rose, and before he went back down the street to get back on a buzz bomb hit the bus! I owe my life to that rose seller! My mom kept that rose pressed until it disintegrated. 

 

Dad told the story about his best friend, his "buddy" in the system, and how they were delegated to clearing a small road in a town in Belgium, if I recall. His friend triggerred a booby trap and was killed. I wish I could remember and honor his name. 

 

Those are the kind of stories that give one goosebumps. I'm sure he relived those memories over and over and over again.