Trevor goes to war--er, I mean, camp!

Trevor and two of his friends attended D-Day Camp at the National Memorial last week. It was three half-days, and even though it was a 75 minute drive each way and we had to leave at 7:30 in the morning, we had decided to give it a try. (Let me say that 7:30 is very early for us, while he and I are usually awake by then, we are never out of the house that early.) But we all have to sacrifice in war . . .

My soldier

After learning for three days about the War, both homefront and field, the parents were treated to a special canteen to end the camp. Some of the group put on a USO-style show, with songs from the 1940s (Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition; Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy; Chicken Blues), comedy routines (Who's on First?), and other entertainment. We then toured the camp.

Oh-so-nicely air-conditioned barracks

The kids donated food items, and care packages were boxed up for soldiers currently serving in the Middle East.

We admired propaganda posters.

I was able to spot Trev's without looking for names

Each private was assigned a post. As visitors toured through, the kids shared information about their area. Trevor was assigned to an equipment and supplies table.

K Rations

Gas masks

Canteens

We were also treated to a light, 1940s Red Cross-style lunch.

Spam, pretzel sticks, turkey sandwiches, watermelon, donuts

It was an honor to have D-Day veteran Jim Bryant drop in. Mr. Bryant was a glider infantryman, 82nd Airborne Division, and he volunteers at the Memorial.

I had a great photo of them shaking hands--
except someone walked right in front of my camera!

Trevor had a blast at camp. It was a blessing that he was able to go, and getting out at 7:30 a.m. each day was well worth the effort!

Memorabilia for home