Why We Love Our Dads
You grew up in San Antonio, half Mexican-American and half Irish American, requiring that you live in a neighborhood segregated for “half-breeds,” because people thought so much differently in those days. You endured prejudice from all sides, and worked sometimes until late night to earn for the family, during the Great Depression. You were already in the Army the day Pearl Harbor was bombed, so you later pushed to the Rhine and beyond, helping to win the biggest war in human history. Later, you marched to the Yalu, and endured the huge Chinese offensive of the winter of 1950-51. You were a rock for me when I was in Nam, and later El Salvador, helping me cope; no PTSD for me, thanks to you. You were good and strong, always doing the right thing, and honest to a fault. I miss you, Dad, since God took you home in 1996. You did so many good things to keep us together, including after Mom was killed in an auto accident in 1956. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you.
– The Sarge SO GOD MADE A FATHER
posted by Reagangirl.com 6/15/14