My Dad enlisted after Pearl Harbor, too. He served on a destroyer in the Pacific for the next four years. Sadly, my Dad died nine years ago. I think about him every day.
My Dad, still here at 94, was in the landing at Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge. My brother-in-law won a Silver Star and three Purple Hearts and drank himself to death by 29. He could pop shrapnel out of his legs. He deserved better.
Many of our veterans return with wounds seen and unseen. Hopefully, the Pentagon will address these problems in a more enlightened fashion because of prodding of the new Administration.
I joined in September 1966. Spent 13 1/2 months in Nam as an engineer, dump truck driver, convoy leader, radio man, mailman, and operations clerk. Wouldn’t have survived Tet but for someone’s decision to change a tire on an earthmover. Seems like every adult male I knew growing up was a veteran of WWII.
It’s good that our veterans are getting some of the attention they deserve in recent years after too many years of neglect.
My father enlisted at 17 after Pearl Harbor and is still going (relatively) strong at 84.
My Dad enlisted after Pearl Harbor, too. He served on a destroyer in the Pacific for the next four years. Sadly, my Dad died nine years ago. I think about him every day.
My father spent four years in England, working on planes for Omar Bradley and other big shots as well as regular GIs.
My Dad’s destroyer was hit by a kamikazi plane. My Dad, a Gunner’s Mate, was injured. He was later awarded a Purple Heart.
My Dad, still here at 94, was in the landing at Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge. My brother-in-law won a Silver Star and three Purple Hearts and drank himself to death by 29. He could pop shrapnel out of his legs. He deserved better.
Many of our veterans return with wounds seen and unseen. Hopefully, the Pentagon will address these problems in a more enlightened fashion because of prodding of the new Administration.
I joined in September 1966. Spent 13 1/2 months in Nam as an engineer, dump truck driver, convoy leader, radio man, mailman, and operations clerk. Wouldn’t have survived Tet but for someone’s decision to change a tire on an earthmover. Seems like every adult male I knew growing up was a veteran of WWII.
Salutes all around.
You served your country honorably and I, for one, appreciate it greatly.