A WWII verteran, Dad never talked much about the war when I was a younger. Maybe it was partly my attitude about the then Vietnam War.
A few years ago during a visit I asked if he still had his old Ike jacket. I used to sneak it out of the house and wear it to high school.
He told me then he’d served in Algeria, North Africa and was in Oran when Rommel was there to stop Germans from entering.
He was a Corporal 5th Grade Mortorpool Technician attached to Yankee Division.
And served 5 years. Each gold bar equals 6 months and the blue slash equals 3 years.
He learned to be a mechanic which served him well when returning home. He worked for his father-in-law at first in a small local service station then moved to a Cadillac dealer and went from mechanic to Service Manager before retiring about 45 years later.
Dad at my birthday party in S Texas in 2005
My Dad had a couple strokes starting about two years ago. He currently lives in a nursing home in South Texas, and isn’t very happy about it.
I don’t usually support wars because they don’t resolve much. Yet I wasn’t alive for WWII, so I thank my Dad and all the other people who went to war to protect our country.
Happy Memorial Dad!