http://www.military.com/features/0,15240,137177,00.html?wh=whMy Father
Military.com | Sally Quinn | May 27, 2007
Every year when Memorial Day comes around I cannot help but think of my father, an Army Lt. General, a West Pointer, a veteran of WWII and the Korean War, who died in 2000. It was my father who taught me what it means to be an American, how important honor and duty were, and how we must honor our country and our flag. I grew up on Army posts all over the world, so I was surrounded by people who felt the same way our family did.
Growing up on Army Posts, particularly in times of war, we were the ones who understood more than anyone else, just exactly what the sacrifices those beliefs entailed. I know what it was like for me and my family when my father was off at war. I know the mixed emotions of fear and doubt and pain and pride we all felt. I know the incredible hardships all of us had to endure, having our fathers away, our mothers forced to be separated from their husbands, trying to run a family alone, handle the meager finances (no the military is never paid enough) stay brave and upbeat around us, support the other families who had lost their fathers and husbands and sons. Now that I am a wife and mother I have an even greater appreciation for what it must have been like. My friends were those whose fathers were fighting too. Death was a daily part of our lives. Living on Army Posts you all live together in the same houses on the same rows of streets. During war time there were always sedans pulling up to other house with chaplains and officers to deliver the sad news. We would watch those cars drive along the street wondering if they were going to stop at our house. I cannot describe the feelings of relief and grief we all felt when our houses were passed by. Then we would rush over to console our neighbors and friends.
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I was not a supporter of the Vietnam War, and I am anguished about this war we are fighting in Iraq. But there is never a day that goes by that I don't think about, with the deepest admiration and respect, those who are serving and fighting for our country abroad and at home. There are no finer people than those in the military, no better Americans. Sappy as it may sound I cannot hear the Star Spangled Banner without getting chills and a little weepy. I am so proud to be an American and so proud that there are so many who believe in our country enough to give their lives if necessary to protect us.
Today my father and mother lie buried at Arlington Cemetery in a beautiful location high up on a hill, under a spreading oak tree. When I go to visit them I can see our old quarters from there. Sometimes I go sit quietly under the tree and just remember. Remember him and my mother and remember what they gave for our country and remember how much it means to be an American.