Each year on and around Memorial Day, in addition to all the promotional sales that hit my email in box and text messaging apps, I read many grateful testimonials to those whose lives were lost in national military service. The personal reflections are touching and inspire in me both sorrow for the loss and pride in the United States of America. As many before me have said, there is no greater sacrifice for one's country.
Although family members alive during my lifetime have served in the armed services, none of those family members died in the line of service. I have been lucky to not suffer that kind of loss. It would be heartbreaking.
Today, my brother (who researches our family history) asked his Facebook friends–me included–to honor "all of those who have lost their lives in the struggle for freedom." That request followed a brief recitation of the story of one of our family members who lost his life as a civilian working in what became enemy territory in World War II. Here is what my brother wrote:
1st cousin 1 generation removed Donald MacLeod Williams (14 May 1921, San Francisco, California – 9 Mar 1943, Sasebo, Nagasaki, Japan)