Memorial Day is Fast Approaching….

Remember..That as you grill, go to Grad parties and what not…

Sent to me by my Father, a Korean War Veteran.

It is the
VETERAN,
not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is
the VETERAN,
not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.
 

It is
the
VETERAN,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.

It is
the
VETERAN,
not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.


It is
the
VETERAN,
not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.




It is the

VETERAN
who
salutes the Flag,

It is
the

VETERAN
who serves
under the Flag,

Dad..

Doing better last I heard…Will check in with him later…

My sister whom is a writer of some sorts posted this about Dad and his Korean War experiences of which he has related to me more often especially when while we are Deer Hunting.

I remember this one, story is he also received a battle field promotion and a commendation of some sort for manning the machine gun. Was either Heartbreak or Bloody Ridge..

The next day or the day after, I had taken over a machine gun, nobody was on it, I took it over on top of the ridge. We did not go into attack that day. In the afternoon, I looked over to my left and I saw Rex Blow laying there. I called to him. No answer. So I crawled over there to where he was and kept calling to him and no answer. I go next to Rex and said, “Rex, what’s up.” his eyes are wide open, he looks like he’s just lying there.
Then I see it, a bullet hole right there (Dad indicates the middle of his forehead between his eyes). I closed his eyes for him. I’m sure he was doing what he was supposed to be doing and a sniper just got him.
I called to the medic and said, we’re got a dead man here, you’d better come and get him.” I crawled back to my position. Then I saw two men coming to get him.
The last I saw of Rex, he was being carried down the hill.

My Dad always was and is one tough cookie..

Today..

Way back when my Dad was young..

1950 – North Korea started the Korean War when they invaded South Korea.  That particular war is still on-going, since a formal peace treaty has never been signed.

He was there..And fought many a battle, was promoted to Sgt after he fought on Bloody Ridge and held a machine gun position through the night. He led a squad after that and it was interesting hearing the tales he told myself and youngest.

He has the combat infantry badge with a couple of stars on it, plus a chest full of colored ribbons and one other fancy looking medal I cannot remember what for and he was never one to talk about Korea until these last 10 years or so when we have been out deer hunting…He always told us when he was young he never killed anyone in the war…His brothers and my Godfather say different..

He will be 81 this September….Hopefully we will hunt again this fall…

Memorial Day

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.” — General George Patton

Thanks Dad and everyone else whom served this Country!!

Spent the day at my parents, went to dinner and of course spent some time on Mom’s computer solving a few issues and problems  she had. The computer that is!!
Went to the East Wind Buffet and ate way to much.
After my eldest son whom has developed a keen interest in History in particular WW II and the Korean War, spent some time with his Grandfather talking about his Grandfather’s time in the military. Dad fought in the Korean War as a Sgt and Squad Leader. He fought in couple of the biggest battles, Heartbreak Ridge and Bloody Ridge.
Dad has never spoke a lot about his experiences in the war   until  these last few years and he has had some interesting tales to tell. Today he told my son of a time he he manned  a machine gun position and laid covering fire for a squad that was working its way around enemy positions to launch a grenade attack. He also has told tales how his squad took a position which had been battered and crews killed and turned into a fortified position and held the enemy off in another fight.
At some point he also was put in for a Bronze Star. His platoon received a letter of commendation from his Divisions Commanding General.
He has told many bits and pieces over the years. It has been interesting hearing more and now seeing my son’s interest and excitement in hearing these tales reminds me of what my Dad did for his country. A north woods farm boy whom grew up hunting and fishing, working hard with his Father and brothers, scratching a living out of a land that grows rocks better then anything else!!
He went off to war and do his duty as so many do in Wadena County. He fought hard, came home and built a good life with my Mom. Raised 4 kids whom all took different paths.
Hunting up north with Dad has always been special and a lesson in what life was like growing up there. He passed many of them onto me and I have attempted to pass them on to my sons.
My Father has worked hard all his life and now is getting ready to retire, finally at 78 years old.
You know he is one tough old bird!!!
Thanks Dad!