I honor my father WW II vet.

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He’s gone but his contribution is not forgotten. My dad was a munitions expert who crawled from one infantry man to the next to repair their rifles. I didn’t learn that his best friend died in his arms until he was in his mid 50’s. As a child I remember his rage and outbursts that frightened all of his five children - what we now know as PTSD. Stationed in the islands, he had photos of dead Japanese solders piled as high as a man is tall. I can’t imagine what hell he endured. It is with great respect and love that I remember him, my father.