Today being Veterans’ Day I spent some time contemplating the sacrifices of one of my grandfathers who served in the Pacific Theater of World War II, specifically Australia, New Guinea, and the Philippines. He was a member of Company B of the 262d Medical Batallion that was attached to the 2d Engineer Special Brigade (2ESB).  His unit received a Presidential Unit Citation for action that took place April 23rd through 24th, 1944, near Humboldt Bay in Dutch New Guinea. His company setup an aid station near this landing zone and after an enemy bomber dropped its ordnance on their location a massive explosion ensued, resulting in the explosion of U.S. ordinances on the beach. Part of the citation reads:

 “Throughout the night and until about 1700 hours, 24 April 1944, continuous and terrific explosions and fires alternately shook and illuminated the beach. All supplies for a distance of approximately 1 mile were destroyed. Throughout the night of 23 April 1944 and until 1200 hours the following day the 2 officers and 44 men of this unit maintained their aid station. They moved continuously through the holocaust of the burning dumps and tremendous explosions emitting great danger from fire, flying shrapnel, and concussion. Despite these conditions, litter squads returned again and again into the burning area to rescue their comrades while the remainder of the personnel applied first aid. More than 200 men were treated and evacuated by the platoon. Many lives were saved by the effective aid they so efficiently provided. It was only after all casualties and personnel had been evacuated from the danger area that the platoon retired to a place of security. The heroism and determination of every man in this platoon, operating under the most hazardous and adverse conditions, exemplify the highest traditions of the military service.”

I am completely humbled at the reality of what our veterans have done and continue doing for the benefit of freedom. Thank you Grandfather, and thank you to all veterans.