Thomas Miklic
He was always Uncle Sonny to us. I was told he was called that since he was a little boy. You think it was because his father, my grandfather, was also named Joseph.One of my fondest memories is Uncle Sonny and his brother, my father Don, flying U-control model airplanes at Grant School. The U-control planes, for those who donâ??t know, were before radio controlled model airplanes.I remember once when my brother Bernard and I were young, dad took us for a walk in the winter. We walked from our house to Uncle Sonnyâ??s. The walk was in the evening and in the winter months it is dark. It was kind of an adventure and it was snowing and there was not much traffic on the roads. It was several blocks from our house to his house.My wife, Diana, and I stopped to see Uncle Sonny and Aunt Mary Anne a couple of times. The last time was in December, 2011. He told us a story from one of his days in the war. His uncle and my great uncle, Uncle Dutch, were both in World War II. It seems back then they didnâ??t care who they took into the service. It was a bad time in history. One of my momâ??s brotherâ??s, Uncle Jim, was wounded in that war but that is another story. Anyway, he said that Uncle Dutch was with the Quartermaster and he knew that his nephew was in the area. I believe this was in France near the Battle of the Bulge, in the European theater. Uncle Dutch was able to get a jeep and he spent the day looking for his nephew out in the field. He was able to find him with much searching but by then it was towards the end of the day and they could only spend about five minutes together. Uncle Sonny said that all they did was hug and cry.God Bless you Uncle Sonny.Rest in Peace.Your nephew,Thomas Miklic