My father in law's brother, Sgt. James Smith, age 93...WWII combat wounded veteran, Normandy invasion force, Army Scout, went behind enemy lines 27 times, MIA for 2 months after being shot 4 times and found then treated in field hospital.
He grew up poor in typical rural Mississippi fashion in the 1920s-1930s. Volunteered for the Army at age 18. Went to war. Survived. Returned home and married his high school sweetheart, had 3 sons who adored him and a host of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who thought he hung the moon. He was kind and honorable but would whip an arse in a heartbeat if anyone messed with his family. Self employed for 50 years and was successful. Loving family made him rich. Would help anyone in need and always smiled. He lived out his faith in Christ through his actions. The outpouring at the funeral today proved his wealth in life which had nothing to do with his bank account. As an inlaw, I only had the honor of knowing him for 29 years but I was blessed by that time.
As TAPS echoed in the oaks in the sleepy community of Sharon, MS, & as the folded American flag was presented to his sons...this earth said farewell to a great representative of the greatest generation. RIP Uncle Buddy.
What a great read. Thanks for sharing. Sorry for your lost and this country's lose as well.
