27 September 2010
On September 18, 2010, Wisdaughter and I drove up to Winston-Salem, NC, to honor his service in World War II. The local Rotary Club has been sponsoring "Flights of Honor" to send WWII veterans to Washington, DC, to view the WWII Memorial. My father was on the flight that day.
There were over 100 cute little old men (and a few women) tottering around the airport. It was hard to imagine that they were 18-21 at one time and unselfishly left their provincial North Carolina homes to fight for their country and their ideal of freedom for the rest of the world.
My father served on the U.S.S. Cepheus, an Andromeda Class attack cargo ship, with the U.S. Coast Guard. He participated in the invasion of Southern France and the assault on Okinawa. He came under attack by kamikazes and made port in Kure, Japan, just after THE bomb. We have pictures.
He is a modest man, always has been. Only recently has he spoken to us about his service to his country. He was, by his account, one of the most popular men on board because he was the mailman and unofficial chaplain.
I love you, Dad.