In the past weeks, for reasons unclear to me, my thoughts have turned again and again to my dad, who has been deceased nearly eleven years. Again they turn to him on Memorial Day.
It is hard for us, as children especially, to fathom that our parents had lives before we came along. More than half of my father’s life was over before I was born, putting his military service more than twenty-five years before my birth. It was a part of his life I never knew and one about which he seldom spoke.
