In war, there are no unwounded soldiers. ~José Narosky

Called Paw Paw today for Veterans day. It's strange how when talking to him on the phone, I can smell his aftershave.

He told me he was out feeding the birds: the cardinals, jays, not the hummingbirds though, they fly to Italy when it gets cool. I told him I'd like to go to Italy.

And he told me to hop on the back of a hummingbird and go.

Photo left: Michelle Knoll- Omaha beach, Normandy 2008 [written in sand: For Paw Paw 1944]