My father enlisted on June 25, 1943, the day after he graduated from high school. Rejected by the Marines because of color blindness, he joined the U.S. Navy Seabees, a construction outfit that followed the Marines building whatever was needed on land taken from the Japanese. My father was stationed on Tinian. There he helped to build the airstrip where the B-29s took off to bomb Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
At a party my mother would always tell people that my father built the airstrip the B-29s flew off of, and then Dad would correct her, "Teresa, I was one of thousands building that airstrip." "Don, you did build it," mother would insist getting the last word in. Here he talks about the end of the war with Akram.
At Dad's house the flag is always flying. A life-long Democrat, he and I drove around Lebanon County, PA (where we were born) during the 2008 election putting up Obama for President lawn signs at strategic spots along the roads. He spent the next few days driving around retracing our path to see how long before all the signs were taken down. It didn't take long (the first to be taken down was in Toytown and the last was in Quentin): Lebanon's really Republican, but the whole adventure gave Dad a great deal of pleasure.
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