Even though my dad didn't die in a war, he served in Vietnam - two tours, I believe. Every year, on Memorial Day, I miss him. The military was his life and when he retired (to keep my parents' promise not to make us move during high school), all the fight kind of went out of him. He changed a lot over the years, for the better, but he was never the same guy once he retired.
I miss him.
Dad getting a commendation at Tyndall Air Force Base (1977-1979)
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