Remembering
November 11, 11:11 AM
I always stop to remember two people. I am probably the only person alive that has met both of these men. One died as a Medal of Honor winner while serving as an infantryman on an unknown path. The other died as a pilot, on a mission that could have been mine, but for fate.
Frank Fratellenico and Harold McCaslin were just every day guys who met their fate years apart, yet still remain alive in my mind. They never met each other, but they are brothers in my mind.
I mourn for them today. Someone has to.
I always stop to remember two people. I am probably the only person alive that has met both of these men. One died as a Medal of Honor winner while serving as an infantryman on an unknown path. The other died as a pilot, on a mission that could have been mine, but for fate.
Frank Fratellenico and Harold McCaslin were just every day guys who met their fate years apart, yet still remain alive in my mind. They never met each other, but they are brothers in my mind.
I mourn for them today. Someone has to.