As a child, I remember snippets of him. Always said in a hushed whisper. I was too young to understand the whispers were said in reverence.
I remember his picture on the wall and learning, over the years, just who that handsome young man was. Morris, Uncle Soren and Aunt Nora’s son, Dad’s cousin, Grandma and Grandpa’s nephew, lost in the war.
Like many of their generation, they rarely spoke of him. Too painful. Dad would shake his head and leave the room.
But that picture .. it remained on the wall.
And every year when Dad and others attended Remembrance Day ceremonies and helped place the wreaths in memory, I think he was there.
He became more than just the man in the picture on the wall.
LEST WE FORGET the man in the picture on the wall. Pilot Officer Air Gunner Morris Soren Forsberg. Killed in Action June 6, 1944. Buried in Brookwood Military Cemetery, Woking, Surrey, England. An Emjayandthem (C) photo.
Thank you, Morris.
Thank you, Morris.
and thank you for reading, Nancy. MJ
When I was young, (I’m thinking grade school) , the pictures of those men in uniform seemed so old! but as I’ve raised my own children, and sit here in my mid 50’s I can’t imagine what those young men must have felt (and even today) to be 18, 20, 25 yrs old and plunged into war…which is exactly why your dad and other family members didn’t talk about it much. it is hard to wrap my mind around what they must have experienced…(both the soldiers and their families back home.) Gives me pause to stop and be thankful for all that I have. DM
It is sobering that, at 22, he died just one year older than my youngest boy (about to be 21 this weekend)
It is definitely hard to think about what that experience was like for all of them – and – to your point, should give us pause to stop, reflect, and say ‘Thank you.’ ~ MJ
You honor him remembering him on this day seventy years after he was taken. And your family lovingly remembered him every day and honored him by hanging his picture on the wall. War is very close.
it is at that.
And the picture .. it’s still on the wall.
MJ
There are many beautiful poems and songs written about the insanity of losing young people to war. When it strikes a family, no one ever forgets.
So true ~ I think about all those Moms and sweethearts left behind as well .. So, so tough, MJ
So young…. war is a horrible, horrible thing….tearing apart families.
Agreed; necessary at times but not without its sacrifices.
MJ
There is no finer tribute than to honor one, for if you honor one, then you honor all.
Thank you, I think so, too.
MJ
Yes, I agree. You honor him by sharing him with us. Happy Veteran’s Day, MJ!
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
Thank you Kathy
MJ
Morris was my grandpas brother. Bennett Forsberg. I asked my mom if she knew MJ from the family and she wasn’t sure and asked to make the connection. Her name is Sharon Forsberg
Mj could you get back to me please.
Thanks
Hi Justin, I have sent you an email. Morris’ Dad was my Great Uncle (Soren). The family connection is strong 🙂 MJ