05/29/2022
Tomorrow, we pay tribute to all that made the ultimate sacrifice. I was taught to respect the service of all that contributed to service of our country. I wore my dad's dog tags and played with his well-worn canteen with deep scratches in the pot that meals and coffee was made. It had coffee stains and black on the bottom from heat. I was around four when I saw him pick up a man with no arms lying in a ditch in front of our truck stop on Hwy, 45 and 278 where the bus stopped going to Tupelo and Memphis. He cradled the man in his arms and took him into our house that was in the back of the restaurant section. He undressed the man and put him in a hot tub of water and bathed the man head to toe, dried him head to toe, and put him in a pair of pajamas and carried him to bed. The next morning my dad fed the man breakfast because he had no arms. Dad also brushed the man's teeth. He put him in good clothes and shoes, bought him a bus ticket to get to Memphis so he could get help from family. My dad marched in the parades, was VFW Commander, and decorated war veteran with bronze star and purple heart earned in combat. His citation read Sargent Caldwell advance to an exposed position and laid down withering fire with his BAR so his men could retreat. The man in the ditch was a vet. I was at Fort Campbell defending my business against lies perpetuated. I was said to be unscrupulous and treated soldiers poorly and there was danger for them at my business. In the second meeting over lies of beating two soldiers I remember having to brush back a tear. I still love and respect our solders but still get in a sad state thinking about the lies and who they came from. Clarksville is as corrupt as it gets and runs layers deep.
On Memorial Day remember the ones that gave the ultimate sacrifice. Their life,
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Thanks Frank