Veteran's Day

Today is my privilege to honor my grandpa, David W. Meyer, for serving his country, family and our God. When I was in 8th grade, I learned about World War II in my English class. I was thrilled to discover that my grandpa, my mother's father, that he is a WW2 veteran and served as a combat photographer. It must've been hard for him to be in other countries because of his love for family and friends, but was very willing to serve his country, help other people who were in trouble and spread the word through art.

About a year ago, Grandpa told me some of his experiences he had while serving in Europe. There is one that I'm very grateful he is here today. While in England taking pictures, he came out of a tent in a camp he was staying. Just as he was about to take a step outside, a bomb came in front of him and exploded. Luckily, he survived. He took home a piece of the shrapnel to show everyone and remember the blessing of protection from the Lord.

David W. Meyer is a great man, and I enjoy hearing his stories, plus looking the pictures he took in the war. In fact, I would like to hear more of his WW2 experiences. I will always appreciate what he did to serve us, his family.