I’ve been trying to distribute a lifetime of old photos to my kids. I ran across this one sent to me by my cousin. I was overjoyed to receive it. Mine had been ruined in a cardboard box in a leaking basement.

This is my father with the U.S. Army in Germany after WW II ended in May, 1945. He didn’t get to come home until October, 1945 because the ships were so crowded.

I once asked my mother about this photo. Her response: “The German people had crops to harvest. Dad was there, saw their need, and made himself useful.”

That’s the kind of man he was–willing to help in time of need.”

I’ve written about his life in Hard Times in the Heartland available here.