He wore many hats throughout his life. William simply loved to wear a hat. From a Davy Crockett coonskin as a child to a Stetson as a teen he sure didn't mind messing up his hair. When he wasn't wearing those he chose from a variety of helmets and caps he kept neatly in his closet. From time to time I sit quietly holding a few of his hats. I love them.
So, when the cardboard boxes of his things arrived from Camp Le Jeune I was anxious about what I would find inside. Did you guess more hats?Yes, he wore many hats in the military. I close my eyes running my fingers over the seams and emblems hoping a few memories will send my heart soaring like the eagle offering courage to face, yet, another day without him.
Be a trooper. Be strong. Have courage. March forward. You, too can do this.