Dave's and my father were like a number of others who served in World War II, somewhat reluctant to talk about their combat ordeals, probably figuring they'd be seen as weak or complaining. They were a strong generation of heroes who witnessed a lot, but didn't let it show that it bothered them. I was too young when my father passed away to fully appreciate his stories...unless asked, he didn't share his experiences.
I'd like to dedicate my ride to the memory of our father who served in the peace-time Marines (Drill Instructor), Navy (cook) and WWII Seabees. One story he told, was from when he was about to be shipped out from Midway Island. He and a buddy had been saving a bottle of Jack Daniels for the occasion and were drinking it as they tended a smoldering fire of tree stumps at the end of a runway.
Then at 0430, all hell broke loose as Japanese dive bombers dropped their loads on the barracks and oil tanks. Dad helped put out the fires in the barracks and was later awarded a bravery commendation.
So, Dad...O-W...Fritz...whatever you like to be called up there, this one's for you. Cheers!
Steve Brooks IBA259
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