My thoughtful, sensitive, intelligent and funny dad, way back in 1942, graduated from a small town high school in Indiana and immediately shipped off to World War II. Tom Combs was a great storyteller, but he never talked about the war.
Enjoy your day off, United States. I’m looking forward to the bright parades and potato salad picnics. Still I won’t forget what this day is about – and I am full of gratitude that my dad and his brothers who served as medics and marines, in the army, in the navy underwater in submarines, and his sister who was a fighter-plane mechanic on an aircraft carrier, made it back, so I could know them and love them. I am lucky.
My dad was my favorite storyteller when I was growing up. Who was yours?