Repost: Proud To Be an American

I'm not trying to make a habit of these doing these reposts, but I wanted to write about David Linton's visit to Lucy's second grade class for Veterans Day. It wasn't too different from his visit to Rachel's class, last year. (Except many of the "questions" from the students in Lucy's class were actually stories about combat video games they play at home.)

It turns out that Kaleigh is significantly faster than last year. So I spent a good deal of my time chasing her around the classroom instead of taking pictures. Here's all I got:

My feelings of gratitude for our veterans hasn't changed much since last year. It still makes me smile to think of my grandma, Edna May Milligan, serving in the Navy. And I am still so very proud of my grandpa, Dr. Raymond Malouf, for volunteering to serve as a doctor in the Navy.

So here's my post from last year:

Reposted from November 2010

A few weeks ago, Rachel's second grade class was assigned a project for Veterans Day to identify relatives who have served or are currently serving in our military. She was so excited to turn in the names of fifteen relatives and was able to quickly gather photos of most of them:

H.J. Milligan
Edna Milligan
Gary Adams
Andrew Burkhardt
B.J. Christiansen
Dr. Raymond Malouf
Curtis Loosli
Daniel Malouf
Jacob Malouf
Slade Flitton
Clark Crockett
Neil Crockett
Kent Ballard
Robert Whitney, Sr.
Robert Whitney, Jr.

Rachel's teacher posted all of the names and pictures up on a "Veteran Wall":

My maternal grandmother, Edna Milligan, was one of the only women on the wall!

Students were also asked to invite their veteran relatives to come speak to the class about their experiences with the military. Since many of our veteran relatives are deceased and the others don't live nearby, Rachel asked our neighbor, David Linton (her bonus grandpa) if he would be able to go to her class.

This is the introduction Rachel gave, "This is my neighbor. We call him Boy Pam because his wife's name is Pam and my little brother can't remember his name. But his name is really David."

David shared his stories of serving in the Special Forces and jumping out of airplanes, jets, and helicopters as a paratrooper. The kids had about a hundred questions, as you can imagine. They wanted to know all sorts of things like what happens when you land water, and has he been to iFLY yet? (Okay, that was my question.) Then the kids all lined up and shook his hand, thanking him for his service to our country.

It sure made me grateful for all of those people who risk their lives to protect our freedoms. I love the story of my Grandpa Malouf when he went to the recruiting station in Salt Lake City in 1942. "You, a Doctor, want to volunteer for military service in the Navy?! Do you feel all right?"
He crossed the equator and spent the next two years eating spam, being trained to use a machine gun, catching a 35-lb Spanish mackerel to win a fishing contest, performing surgeries in less-than-desireable facilities (including a commandeered grass hut), avoiding centipedes, growing the best beard around, and learning that "WAR IS HELL" in Guadalcanal. I love that he planted a garden with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and radishes while he was there.

Thank you for serving our country!

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