Thinking of you, Uncle Roland, on this Veterans Day Eve and imagining the questions I'll ask Grandma Berry on Thanksgiving about your life. You were always the quiet one in the motor home taking Vi and Connie around the town. I remember when you all showed up at my high school graduation party. You came early and Connie took pictures, of course--some of the best (and only) pictures I have from that day. You were a handsome soldier, Uncle Roland. Thank you for your service and the memories you left behind.
