Remembered

My Grandpa, my dad's dad, was a World War II hero. He was a bomber pilot who was shot down over Austria, captured and was held as a prisoner by the Germans until the war was over. He kept a diary of his time in prison and it contains some of the most powerful words I have ever read. My Grandpa was strong, stoic and so very brave.

During his service as a pilot, he at one time flew in and out of Tunis. Today we got to explore the only U.S.-owned property in Tunisia: the U.S. WW II Memorial. It is so beautiful and humbling.




There are over 2,800 graves on the property...




Some highly decorated...




Some completely unknown.




But all of them honored and remembered.








There is a wall that contains 3,724 names of soldiers who are missing, buried somewhere unknown. But they are each remembered by name, carved in stone for the world to see.












I never realized how great a role Tunisia and other parts of North Africa played in the war. But this mosaic shows just how involved they were:












This could be one of my favorite stops on this trip. I was so proud to walk on this piece of land, to see men and women honored for their courage and to see a country recognized for it's sacrifice.