Call to sacrifice and commitment: The letters of a WWII sailor
Since my dad’s passing, I have carried his dog tag on my key chain. I wanted a daily reminder of my dad and his sacrificial service to our nation in World War II.
My dad was the classic WWII vet who did not often speak of his time in the war. I regret not asking him more questions.
Personally, I missed the mandatory draft by a few years, turning 18 in 1976. But I had two older friends, the Harris brothers in my neighborhood, who went to Vietnam and never came back.