Remembering my father and Ernie Pyle

My father passed away ten years ago this week, and of course the upcoming anniversary has been on my mind for weeks. He was a World War II veteran from the Pacific theater, and one of the stories he often told was of being just up the beach from war correspondent Ernie Pyle on Ie Shima when Pyle was killed by a sniper's bullet. As it happens, Ernie Pyle was killed sixty years ago today. Reading this story about Pyle and the affection that the soldiers who he lived beside and reported on brought back fond memories of my father. It is a shame that today's soldiers will probably never have the same relationships with the journalists who cover their exploits as the WWII soldiers had with Ernie Pyle.

I miss my dad, but I rest in the knowledge that he is with our Heavenly Father and with his family who had gone on before.