This is a photograph taken on November 27, 1950 at Camp Pickett, Virginia. My Dad is the young man in the front row on the far right.
My Dad was fighting in Korea when I was born. Some days he talks about the war, and some days he doesn’t..as he gets older he talks more about how young some of the Chinese were..some were just kids about twelve years old. This morning he stopped by and told me about the time that they had 10,000 of them surrounded and had their escape routes blocked off, when they ran out of rice they started coming out. They took them as prisoners, they gave the young kids chocolate bars.
Dad was at the lumber yard yesterday, he has Korean War Vet license plates on his truck. Dad said " An old guy with no teeth asked me who I was with in Korea. So I told him." The toothless old soldier replied "WELL, I was with the Rangers." My Father said " WELL..we had to clean up and pick up after your Ranger Units over there." The toothless soldier turned and left. See..my Dad is picking fights at the lumber yard! Dad told me that his unit was technically a Ranger Unit for a few days after they picked them all up. He also said "One of those Rangers was shot, and going into shock. I looked at his wound. I slapped him and said what’s wrong with you? It is only a flesh wound. The poor bugger would have died..from a flesh wound."
Another Veterans day is upon us, a time to say Thanks Dad, Thanks Far Guy, Thanks also to my brother and my nephew. If you are a Veteran and reading this..Thank you:)