Man, has this been the longest week on record or what? Getting up early to run has made my days longer, work was stressful, and the nonsense with the garage day put me a bit on edge. Plus, Sunday was 25 hours long because of the switch back to Standard Time, so it really was a longer week!
I definitely need to put on my Deep Thinking Toga and head out to the Think Tank just to get lost in the Deep Thought Process and chill for a little while.
Monday is Veterans Day, so I thought we could ponder on that a bit.
This week’s topic: Tell the group about a Veteran you’ll be remembering on Veterans Day.
I will be remembering my dear old Dad on this holiday. “Big Austin”, as he was called (even though I towered over him by time I got to high school), served in the United States Marine Corps during World War II.
That’s not my Dad in the photo, but I wanted to share a pic of a WWII Marine. Dad rarely talked about his time in the war. I know he was on Okinawa when the bomb was dropped, and that he spent the Occupation in Japan.
The only story I remember him telling was that the first time he ever rode a motorcycle was in Japan during World War II.
After my Dad died, I tried to contact the Marines for his service record, but there was so much paperwork involved and no one was very helpful when I called. I had hoped that he would’ve left me something from his Marine days in his will, but he did not.
Curious as to what it might have been like to be 18 and on the other side of the world during “The War to End All Wars”, I went to the library to do research. I found a very interesting fiction series by WEB Griffin about the Marine Corps that began in the days just before the war. I gobbled up every book in the series, and tried to picture my Dad experiencing everything the young men in the books experienced.
I wish I had pressed Dad more on his time in the Marines if only to have more memories of him. I can’t even begin to imagine what was going through his head back in those days. Was he scared? Was he brave? Did he long to see action?
Marines are bad asses, and my Dad was one of them. He fought in the war that brought us Pearl Harbor, the Nazis, and the Atom Bomb.
I can’t even wrap my mind around it.
Happy Veterans Day, Dad. Thank you for volunteering to serve this nation, and thanks even more for coming back alive. Wish you had told me more about your time in the USMC, but maybe you had your reasons for not sharing. Maybe, just maybe, I became a storyteller to help me come up with my own tales to help me fill in the blanks.
What about you, Modern Philosophers? Who will you be remembering on Veterans Day?
Remember, there are no wrong answers in The Think Tank, so share whatever comes to mind. I look forward to reading your comments, but not until after I put out the flag. Old Glory is going to fly proudly at The House on the Hill all weekend to honor our Veterans!