all I can say is thank
god my dad did his time in the Army...
He escaped the wrath of a brokedick Iowa dirt farmer father and enlisted himself at the end of WW2.
Spent his 4 years in Korea.
Never fired a shot but was treated like gold by the VA hospital for the last five years. Three rounds of cancer battle would have drained all of his son's savings and more, had he not done his time in the service.
As life went on he grew more and more religious as well as patriotic. His home was bombarded with American Flags being blown around to the sounds of Rush Limbaugh.
At his (free) military burial at the
Dallas National Cemetery I was presented with his flag.
Apparently my brothers knew that our bond was the strongest and saw fit to let me have it..
Going through his belongings was just as I imagined it would be. Surreal and sad and no real surprises. I grabbed a few trinkets to remember him by, some snap shots that I had sent him over the years and the biggest score..
the original photo of him, the bottle of Jim Beam and my mom on his lap.