My mom put together this awesome collage of our family’s heroes who are also our country’s heroes—my mom’s dad, my brother, my dad and my dad’s dad. Deepest gratitude to all the men and women who have served and are currently serving! #VeteransDay
**knock knock** no, I don’t want leftover candy, I want to use your door for an IG photo 🤷♀️
So thankful for the countless Americans who showed love for one another on this horrific day, and all days since, serving to protect and defend. #neverforget
You know what they say--when God closes the doors of one vegetarian restaurant in Osaka, somewhere He opens a cauliflower wing window. Tried the bottom three dishes and they were all amazing 🙌 #BeBackSoon#Goooooooo@saucebossosaka
#Timezones--the struggle is real. Too late for us AND too early for them. But you gotta get in that #HappyFathersDay call, especially to the greatest Pop in the world! "Love you more than my next breath!" #NickThough 🤦♀️🇯🇵➡️📞➡️🇺🇸😴
"On this day, we must tell the stories of those who fought and died in freedom's cause. We must tell their stories because those who've lost loved ones need to know that a grateful Nation will always remember. We must tell their stories so that our children and grandchildren will understand what our lives might have been like had it not been for their sacrifice." (George H.W. Bush) ::My Hero: Corporal Dean George Rallis Sr.:: In 1943, during WWII, a 17-year-old college football player enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. As his unit landed on the beaches of Okinawa, nearly all Officers were killed because they made up the front lines. The young man was immediately field commissioned to Second Lieutenant, suddenly in charge of hundreds of men as they fought mostly using hand-to-hand combat. This man learned early on that mortar shells always made a whistling noise before they hit, except when they were directly above you. He also knew that when you saw other Marines jump for the ground, you jumped too. In the middle of a conversation with his First Sergeant he saw people all around him taking cover; he leaped to the right and his First Sergeant leaped to the left. There was absolutely nothing remaining of his First Sergeant, as he had jumped directly into the explosion. The other man was thrown into a ditch, and all that remained on his body were his dog tags and part of a wooden cross his mother had given him. He was transported to the makeshift hospital and measured for his body bag. Amazingly he defied all odds and survived, suffering complete loss of hearing in one ear, a piece of metal ripping open his cheek, and thousands of shrapnel fragments so deep in his body it was impossible to remove them. He was told that his foot had to be amputated, but he refused saying, “It would be better to drag myself through life than to cut off a Marine’s foot.” Although he went on to marry, have five children and fifteen grandchildren, Corporal Dean George Rallis eventually died from his war wounds, as over the years the shrapnel in his chest led to an aneurysm that exploded causing him to bleed to death.
Grandad--you are my hero, you are my favorite. ❤️