Remembering our Military and my dad

May 25, 2009 memorial day 9

Memorial Day is a day to honor and remember those who serve and have served in our Armed Forces. I believe we are ever aware of how indebted we are to those that take the risks to serve in the Military, and I for one can’t think them enough for their heroic and selfless jobs.

I know a few career military people, my husband’s best friend growing up and best man in our wedding, Jim, is a Naval officer. He attended the Naval Academy and currently serves in Japan. We have friends’ young sons who serve in the Navy and Air Force.

I personally always think of my Dad when thinking of veterans and those who have proudly served. My dad was 18 in 1943, and he was terribly afraid of being drafted to the Army, and so he joined the Navy, because he saw duty on a ship as less frightening then a foot soldier. I’m not sure he’d be happy in my sharing that detail, but it’s true.

Here’s my dad in uniform, on his wedding day

I’m not positive where my dad did his Naval training, but towards the end he became ill, with either the flu or something and when his class was sent off, they all went to one ship and he had to stay behind. During WWII that ship went down, and most of it’s crew died. My father has always remembered this and told this story, he believes that God had other plans for him and kept him alive.
My dad got well and went back to San Fransisco to be assigned to a Net Tender the U.S.S. Eider, or as my dad said they called it, the mighty Eider. These net tenders helped in keeping our naval fleet in SF safe. After Pearl Harbor these giant nets were put in the bay to protect from submarines destroying more of our fleet. My dad’s boat helped raise and lower the nets and keep an eye on things. There were guns and ammo on his boat, but thankfully my dad saw no combat type duty. His job……….not so dangerous, the assistant to the cook. My dad began the Navy very skinny, but he filled out during his time on the Eider. He tells stories of all the food he prepared and served, and mostly the food he ate, it always makes us laugh.

I’m always amazed when I hear of the heroic and brave men and women who have served the U.S. I believe I’m in awe always of my father’s generation, and how they saw it as their duty and privilege to serve. Our country has had our ups and downs with wars and conflicts in my generation, Vietnam, the Gulf War, Iraq and Afghanistan, and I thank God for each of those men and women who have helped in each and every way to keep us safe.

If you know someone serving, or if you know a Vet, call them, email them or give them a hug today. I’ve already told my dad today how much I love and appreciate him!

9 Responses to “Remembering our Military and my dad”

  1. Casey

    Thank you for sharing this. Thank you to your dad and all of those who have served, died serving, and who are currently serving! I have several people in my family and I can’t thank them enough!

  2. Terra

    Very nice post! A lot of heart. My dad was in the army, he served in accounting after basic training…I am still proud that he even served!

  3. Texas Mom

    Beautiful post. I am a military brat too! My dad is retired Air Force. He always said that his name “Carroll” always kept him from being shipped off to war. At one point on a base, he was given a notice that he was in need of a PAP smear. Ha!

  4. My name is PJ.

    Wonderful post! I love that your dad realizes God had other plans for him! It gives me chills. My dad served in the Navy during Korea. Chef Stu served in the Navy in the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. And, hold onto your hat, I served in the Air Force. I don’t really talk about it, but one day I will post a photo of me in uniform. It’s worthy of a giggle or two….

  5. Pam

    What a lovely post! Memorial Day is a wonderful time to remember the heroes right in our own midst.

  6. Alex the Girl

    Amazing tribute. The one thing that astounds me when I think about men who have served, and are serving, is the amount of courage they have not only in the battle field, but on the homefront as well. The courage to pick up where they had left life laying in wait, the families that grew, the times that changed, and the memories of battle that they will never forget. I think of the courage they had in battle, to face the unknown enemy, and the unknown. The courage to take these memories of battle home with them and store them somewhere in your life where they can reside in peace…the courage to dream and hope for peace.
    I am so thankful for your dad, Anita. I am truly thankful for his courage to keep us safe.

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