Originally posted by djh
And those who's lives were forever changed by the day:
My dad was a 19 y/o radioman in the USCG, going about his job in the PNW when it all started.... USCG became part of the Navy, and my dad was
suddently in the Pacific Fleet, first on a battleship, and then a destroyer (both were eventually sunk by torpedos . . . he didn't know how to swim,
of course !)
He survived the war, the sinkings, the injuries (physical and emotional), but was forever changed. I grew up listening to the few stories that he
would tell . . . (much of it he tried to forget) . . . generally storytime was at bedtime in the small room my brother and I shared.
Dad, like many of the Greatest Generation is gone. Quietly did his / their duty and tried to move on to a better life and world.
I just missed the draft in the 70's by about 6 mos., due to my age and when the war ended. I am fortunate that I've never had to stare into the face
of war and all of its horrors, but I am forever grateful to my dad, and all of the American men and women who served - on this day, and the following
years. |