During wartimes, my grandparents and my parents learned to "make do." I stumbled upon some ration coupons in an antique store and thought how valuable they must have been at the time, now only for sentimental reasons. The fragile paper brought back stories my parents would tell me of the War. Everyone played a part; my father was an Army man, my mother made diodes for bombs in the war effort. My grandmother, making meals with what she had, worried as two of her sons were prisoners-of-war.
Gas was limited. Butter a luxury.
Thank a veteran today. Thank their loved ones, too.
