Some soldiers did not return; they paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Others returned, changed in ways society didn’t understand. It is difficult for the soldier to return to the simple life. It is not that they don’t want to, but rather, they bring home some of what they experienced. This is relived to their chagrin, and they must find a way to cope with what happened on the deployment, and all the changes that happened while they were away. Nothing stays the same.
Good memories were interspersed with the unthinkable. Reliving the war, and visiting the camaraderie that they missed is all a part of what happens. The places, the sights, and things you encountered are always with you. They are etched on your spirit, and then take their rightful place. That being said, the Weimaraner (Gray Ghost Dog) was something those who fought in Germany discovered. Some longed to bring to America this positive symbol of all they had fought to achieve. Freedom, and a family dog seem to go together. During the baby-boom years, the Weimaraner became fashionable, and highly sought after. Those with the ability to get one, were often the ones who were raising a litter here and there. It was a different time in America, and dog breeding was a thing everyone felt confident they could do. This was true of those involved in agriculture.
Like so many of today’s Weimlovers, the Nielsen introduction to Weims happened in the 50’s. Pictured above with “Doc” is Uncle Clifton; he was Cliff’s father’s identical twin. As you might guess the two were close. When Clifton, and Aunt Kathleen produced a litter of Weimaraner pups, they shared a pup with Cliff, Jr. and his father. This pup left a lasting imprint on Cliff’s heart, and is the reason we are passionate about the breed today.
Cliff, Jr. eventually lost Doc; when he wanted another dog, his parents like so many of the 50’s generation moved onto other more common breeds. Nevertheless, he never forgot his first Weim. Uncle Clifton and our Cliff are pictured with a fifty’s vintage Weimaraner.
We frequently talk with Aunt Kathleen on the phone. No conversation is complete without a discussion that includes the Weimaraner. She loves to reminisce about when they had the Weimaraner. As she says, they never had a blue, nor has she ever seen the longhair. Despite that, she is delighted with them. It reminds her of wonderful, but harder times they spend together in Washington during the post WWII era.
The great generation that fought to ensure our freedom is departing the world, and leaving us without the wisdom they earned by protecting us, and the world at large. We cannot afford to forget those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, but others came home to face huge challenges. Soldiers do not receive big paychecks. They do not stay in bed because they don’t feel like going to work today. They cannot always be there for their family–graduations, birthdays, and holidays are missed. There are all kinds of sacrifices made, by them, and their families. We should never forget to appreciate the cost of freedom, now should we fail to honor those who serve. We stop to say a big huge thank you to all of you who are serving, or have served. You are in our thoughts and prayers. We appreciate your service.