Mom and Dad ~ probably 1960? Stationed in Okinawa back then....
My Dad and I did not have a good relationship. Estranged for years, I did visit when *Sally called to let us girls know he was dying. Lung cancer had metastasized to his brain. He passed away three weeks after our visit.
But like many of you in my generation, my Dad fought in Vietnam. The war sparked great protests ~ memorably those protests included veterans. In 1971, 800 vets threw their combat metals over the fence of the capitol. The men who returned were not honored by the majority upon their return. It was a tough time to be an American. We saw so many great and good men die, and later we learned of the atrocities committed by our own on foreign soil.
Even though Dad and I weren't close ~ at least after I became a teen ~ I knew some things that Mom and Sis didn't know. He had admitted to me that he was going to be deployed to Vietnam. And he was scared. Oh, everyone knew in short order, but his admission to me was spontaneous and honest. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was gone for a bit over a year. And like so many men who experienced it, he was a changed man. He had secrets. But he never revealed those to me. And now that Mom had dementia and depression, I will not be asking her.
Today, I wish to honor my Dad's service to our country. May you rest in peace, Dad. And thank you.
Love, 365