By the way, my dad doesnt like to talk about the war either. He went to a memorial service for World War II vets yesterday in my small rural home town. As he left the service he was stunned by the number of teenagers and adults who stopped him and thanked him for his service during the war. (I heard the same thing was happening at the new World War II Memorial) It had never happened before and he was practically in tears last night relating the story. Unbeknownst to those thanking him he has three purple hearts and spend much of 1944 and 1945 in an Army hospital recovering from his wounds.
Well thank your father for me too. I went to a memorial day parade/service in my town yesterday and they honored a man who served and who fought on D-Day and again in the Battle of the Bulge. When he stepped up to the microphone he barely had two sentences to say. I really believe that the generation who fought in WWII may have been the greatest generation of Americans in our entire history.
Your story about your daddy brought tears to my eyes. He is one of those I was so grateful to when I was a little bitty thing. As young as I was, I knew it was "our boys" who were keeping me safe.
Please tell him that I thank him, too. From the bottom of my heart.