A Memorial Day postcard, and a salute to my father and the great uncles I never met

∙ Paid

My father Don, shaving at a creek as a 2nd lieutenant in Korea, 1956

How to fly a flag

I received my patriotism, by osmosis, from my father. It wasn’t easy. The world of my youth was quite different from that of his.

Mine was in color. His was in black & white. He was so moved by the sacrifice of his uncles in WWII that he joined ROTC in high school and w…

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