Dad (circled) on the Duke University Boxing team. This would have been around 1931.
Capt. Dad, US Army Medical Corps. He was in from 1944 through 1946 and overseas in Europe from Nov. 1944 until he was discharged in '46 so this was probably taken some time after the war. He was a surgeon in a field evacuation hospital operating about a mile behind the lines and was in Patton's Third Army but that's all I know, never did get to ask him about where he was during the Bulge.
Gunnery, gunnery, gunnery. Hit the target, all else is twaddle!
Aviation Chief Radioman, with my older brother, born in '44. Dad spent the whole war stateside, first on sub chasers doing convoy escort and then flying blimps doing U-boat patrol. Mom was able to be with him for most of the war which was highly unusual. He died in '06 at 92 and my brother died in '10 of a stroke.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
Shortly after returning from an all expense paid tour of the Pacific. (Dad on the right) That's his brother on the left. My Uncle joined the Marine Corps during WW2 and never left the states, for some reason. My Dad joined the Army in mid 1941 and landed knee deep in the Pacific's activities. Looks like the experience slimmed him down a bit. He was in the 6th Infantry. The 6th holds the record for continuous days in combat,..219 on the Island of Luzon during WW2.
around 1970 Baffin bay, mom and dad, he was balding and going gray by the time he was 30.
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God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
My actual father ( on the left) was born in 1926. He was an only son and a farmer. His dad was gassed in WW1 but lived until 1971. My father was a good man and battled Colin Cancer for 5 years and died in 1962. I never knew him as I was not even 2 years at the time. The man on the right became my dad in 1965 and took on a large family with me and 3 sisters and then he and my mom provided us with another sister. He passed away 9 years ago. Anyway this is a roundabout way to say I was blessed with a great father and a great dad. I surely do love and miss them both.
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Its not always easy to do the right thing, But it is always the right thing to do.
Here's a photo of Dad a few years ago. He's 81 now and still making things difficult:
Is your dad a professional voice actor who lives in DFW? Looks just like a guy I go to church with.
Well, you're half right... The DFW (Dallas) part is correct.
l told my pap and mam I was going to be a mountain man; acted like they was gut-shot. Make your life go here. Here's where the peoples is. Mother Gue, I says, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world, and by God, I was right. - Del Gue
Here is a picture of my Dad when he joined the Army and became a US citizen. He came from Italy and loved the US. He was stationed in the Philippines where he fought against the Japanese.
He is in the 2nd row and 2nd in from the left.
He was not into guns and hunting but we spent a lot of time together fishing!
Faith and love of others knows no mileage nor bounds. That's simply the way it is. dogzapper
After the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box. Italian Proverb