I wrote a little bit about my dad on my Facebook page, but I felt like talking about him some more 🙂 He was born on this day in 1923. He was part of that Great Generation that went through the Depression, learned to work hard and be a man and never depend on anyone else to bail him out. He and Mom got married when he was 19 and she was 16. A month later, he went off to war in a submarine, for the U.S. Navy. He was a very handsome sailor!
The only part of the war he ever talked about much was the funny stuff. For instance, he had only one war wound. He had gotten into a drunken brawl with his buddies and had a scar on his head somewhere to show for it.
I do know that he was somewhat claustrophobic. I don’t know if that developed before or after his service in a submarine. He was a torpedo man, helping to load the “fish” into the tubes that shot them into the water at enemy boats. I remember that he always wanted to watch a popular show on TV in the ’50’s called Run Silent, Run Deep. He would turn it on and watch for maybe ten minutes, and then he’d suddenly have to take care of something in another room. Today, we’d call that Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Dad answered God’s call on his life to go to Bible college and become a pastor when he was in his mid-twenties. He’d been in the ministry for a little over 40 years when his heart and some strokes finally got the better of him and he went home to heaven.
I wonder if the angels were singing He the Pearly Gates Will Open so Dad could go through on one of his favorite songs.