I clipped the final picture in its place and took a step back. Ten black-and-white photos were meticulously picked after weeks of scrounging through cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and dusty photo albums. They were carefully copied, laminated, and placed on display in my living room.
I observed the faces smiling back at me in those faded photographs. Each picture captured a grandparent or great-grandparent from my family or my husband’s family. Every photograph held its own distinctive and special story. As I stood contemplating these photographs, my mind drifted to what many call “the Greatest Generation.” I was reminded of the men and women from previous generations who have fought in wars to keep our foundation of freedom and protection intact.
