The War...

For several nights, I've been watching Ken Burns' documentary, 'The War', on PBS. It is probably the most comprehensive and moving presentation about World War II that I have ever seen.

My father fought in Germany that war. I was 10 months old when he left, and almost 4 years old when he returned. He was wounded several times, helped open up the Dachau concentration camp, and out of the 57 men in his unit, he was one of only four who made it home. He had nightmares about his experiences almost every night of his life until he died at age 64 of a massive heart attack.

But he worked hard every day of his life, raised four children, loved us and our mother intensely, and instilled in all of us a love of our country, a work ethic, and a firm belief in God.

Two years ago, I created a web site in Dr. Morgan's class at BSU called, "Waiting For Daddy" to honor him and my mother for what they went through during those years.

During the Ken Burns' series, I thought of my father so many times. Yes, I cried also. The devastation of war is so sad...the loss of so many lives...

But since that war, there has been the Korean War, Vietnam war, and now this horrible situation in Iraq. You'd think we would have learned something by now...