My dad was a sailor. He was drafted into the Army and quickly joined the Navy. He and Mom were married already and she followed him to New Orleans, where he was stationed. Like many men in the military, he learned skills he could use during peacetime. For him, it was what became his favorite trade: metal shop skills. He later became an electrician, but his love of working with metals remained. He always said if he didn't have to think about supporting his family, he would work in a metal shop. But alas, he had two daughters and a wife. Time to bring home the bacon.
|Dad and Pat and me, 1952|
So, I guess I don't really have a problem with the military. It is important and I am thankful for all the men and women who have served our country. No, it's not a problem with the military but it is a problem with war. Yeah, that's it. I have a real problem with war.
In today's paper, a comic strip called Red and Rover had the little boy, Red, hugging his dad, thanking him for what he has done for his country. And then he continued to hang on and his father told him he could let go. The little boy said no because he didn't want him to go off to war again.
So thank you so much for the great sacrifice you made in my honor, all of you. Mothers and fathers and children and grandparents and sisters and brothers and neighbors and all of us. Thank you so very much.