William Jessie Morris was my grandfather. We all called him Papa. He was enlisted into the US Air Force at the age of 15 after begging the recruiter and having his mom sign for it. He was in Communications and served in Korea, Lybia, Germany, and later Strategic Air Command Headquarters (SAC). He also acted as an intelligence courier. He received the Good Conduct Medal, was decorated for improving Communications between the US and Europe, and received numerous other medals. He later suffered from PTSD. In September of 2000, he lost the battle to rheumatoid arthritis.
These are the graves of three brothers who fought and died in WWII. One in Italy, one at Iwo Jima, and one in Germany. The older brother and the younger brother died within only three days of each other. The middle brother died a little over a year before them.
They gave their today for our tomorrow
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight
To memory thou art dear.