My dad served in the Air Force during the Korean War. His job was to send and decode radio transmissions. Kind of like M.A.S.H’s Radar, I guess. He told me once that he was given a poison pill to carry with him at all times, in case he was captured. Shudder to think.
He didn’t die in service to his country, he died many years later of a heart attack. Due to heart disease. Due to smoking. So try to quit again, okay? If it applies to you. Because your daughter, who loves you SO MUCH will be heartbroken…
Anyway, my dad doesn’t technically qualify to be “remembered” on Memorial Day because he didn’t die in service, but this is my blog and he was my dad and I’ll remember him any time I want to.
I really just wanted to share this photo of him:
I love how in the photo he is writing a letter to my mom, whose picture is there on the shelf.
My mom later drew a sketch of him from the photo.
At some point my mom joined him in Germany and my oldest sister was born there.
Thank you to all who are defending freedom around the globe. Who are serving, who have served, who will serve. Who are willing to carry a poison pill. Your courage and willingness to sacrifice yourself for the good of others is HUGE! And it is more than worthy of this day of remembrance and honor.