On this, the 4th of July 2010, I remember my father.
My father served three years in the navy after World War II and 18 years in the air force during the 50s and 60s. He was very proud of serving our country and is buried in his air force uniform. Dad retired in 1968 at 39 (almost 40) after over 20 years of service. He had three children then, all in or about to be in school. He wanted to be there for us. He did not want to be just a picture or a name we recognized. So, for the next 22 years, I had my father in my life. Just a month and a half before his 62nd birthday, he died of lung cancer.
Thank you, Dad, for serving our country and being my dad. I never say the pledge of allegence without thinking of you. I love you.