In December of 1941, Uncle Marvin Lee was having the time of his life. He was on the U.S. California stationed in Hawaii. He was 20 years old.
He looked like a movie star in the old pictures that he mailed home. On one, he was on what looked like a Vespa motorcycle.
Then on December 7, the unimaginable happened. He died before the war was ever declared.
I think of my Uncle Marvin Lee Ferguson often, Even though he died 10 years before I was born, I still think of him often. The pictures of him enjoying life in a beautiful place makes me smile until the tape in my head plays to the end.
Each Memorial Day, I take a few moments and love and gratitude to him and the other 416,800 Americans that died in that war.
He looked like a movie star in the old pictures that he mailed home. On one, he was on what looked like a Vespa motorcycle.
Then on December 7, the unimaginable happened. He died before the war was ever declared.
I think of my Uncle Marvin Lee Ferguson often, Even though he died 10 years before I was born, I still think of him often. The pictures of him enjoying life in a beautiful place makes me smile until the tape in my head plays to the end.
Each Memorial Day, I take a few moments and love and gratitude to him and the other 416,800 Americans that died in that war.
