My dad who never got past the 5th grade (from SC) enlisted in 1939. He was born in 1914 and he also carried one. He was in some rough stuff too and all the 23 years he served afterwards - mostly overseas in places that weren’t desirable.
He lived until age 57 (I’m 10 years older than that now). I hope you realize how fortunate you are. I’d give anything to speak to him now.
Gaffer, you do your father great honor here, I am very thankful for his service.
Yes, I know I’m fortunate indeed. He is a fine man and still pretty sharp for 91. Went to Sunday School with him this morning. I work with him most days.
He still lives alone (mom has been gone almost 4 years). He has a lady that spends 1/2 day 5 days a week helping him. She washes his clothes, fixes his meals, cleans his house, takes care of his medicine.
He is happiest when he is involved in the farm, particularly when we build something. It was the thing he loved the most. He was a general building contractor for many many years. Did some amazing work.