In honor of Veteran’s Day, I’m posting two pictures – one of my dad and one of us together. He served over 20 years in the Navy. I was only around for 8 of those years. He missed my birth and my first birthday in order to serve his country. The first man I ever called Daddy was a black, Navy Chief who wore a uniform like my dad’s. It’s the price our military fathers (and, maybe mothers) pay serving our country – because they’re gone so long, their children can’t remember what they look like. I know what he looks like now. He fought in Vietnam and he’s my hero.
When I heard that the troops in Iraq will be home for Christmas, I wondered how many of them have little girls and how many of those little girls were missing their fathers, like I remember missing mine. My dad retired from the Navy when I was 8, so I was very young, but I still have those memories of him not being there. I hope all those daughters (and sons) really do get their fathers (and mothers) back this Christmas. I hold every one of them in my heart and prayers.
Happy Veteran’s Day!