I Am a World War II Veteran — And Today I Celebrate My 95th Birthday With Gratitude and Pride

I am a World War II veteran, and today I turn 95 years old.

Ninety-five years of life. Of memories that stretch across generations. Of moments shaped by hardship, courage, loss, and hope.

I was young when the world was at war. Young enough to be afraid, but old enough to understand duty. I served during a time when everything was uncertain, when tomorrow was never guaranteed, and when bravery often meant simply showing up and doing what had to be done.

A Life Beyond the War

The war changed me, but it did not define my entire life. After it ended, I built a future — one day at a time. I worked, I loved, I raised a family, and I watched the world transform in ways I never could have imagined.

I’ve lived long enough to see history repeat itself, to see technology replace letters with screens, and to see generations grow up in a world very different from the one I knew.

Gratitude at 95

Today, I’m not asking for gifts or celebrations.

I’m simply grateful.

Grateful to still be here.

Grateful for every breath.

Grateful for the people I’ve loved and the life I was given.

A Quiet Request

If this message reaches you, I ask for something simple:

a happy birthday, a kind word, or a moment of remembrance.

Because even after 95 years, it means something to be seen, remembered, and honored.

Thank you for taking a moment to read this — and thank you for remembering those who served.