Veterans Day
My dad, a farm boy from East Texas, joined the U.S. Navy in 1945. He had to get his parents' permission to enlist, since he was only 17 at the time.
He's now 82.
He never did go back to the farm. Instead, like a lot of his generation, he went to college on the G.I. Bill, where he ended up meeting my mother.
Of all the things he likes to talks about, his experiences in the Navy are by far his favorite topic. Even though I've heard these tales thousands of times, I'll go on listening as long as he tells them.
It's the least I can do.
Thanks Dad. I love you.
He's now 82.
He never did go back to the farm. Instead, like a lot of his generation, he went to college on the G.I. Bill, where he ended up meeting my mother.
Of all the things he likes to talks about, his experiences in the Navy are by far his favorite topic. Even though I've heard these tales thousands of times, I'll go on listening as long as he tells them.
It's the least I can do.
Thanks Dad. I love you.
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