Red Badger
Thinks s/he gets paid by the post
I miss my dad.
He was a slice of the Greatest Generation. Grew up on a small farm during the dust bowl and great depression. Grandpa worked his kids like rented mules. in his twenties, Uncle Sam sent him to Guadalcanal and several other jungle hell holes. He was wounded twice and contracted Malaria.
Shorty after the war, he married his DW and started a family. I came last and was late to the game (quite certain that I was "unplanned"). Because he was in the national guard, he received orders for Korea. He was mobilized, but stayed stateside. Probably good for him - - - and me.
He was a loving man, but strict, and at times, fairly harsh. But given his life experiences, I was amazed that he was a good and decent man. His bullshit meter pegged rather quickly. Best not to play games or try to get one by him.
He taught me to hunt, fish, work, and to be a man. He also taught me many greater and lesser things about life. He also taught me not to "cowboy up" in his presence.
Alzheimer's stole him from me while I was serving in the army in West Germany (more than one Germany back then). F@ck you, Alzheimer's.
I miss my Dad.