When I was around 10 or 11, my father finally decided to quit smoking. It wasn't until many years later that he told us the reason he took up smoking. He started smoking because the stench in the hospital wards were so bad, you could taste it. The smoking helped tolerate the situation.
Another time, he told us one of the ships he was on was attacked by the Japanese and he had to go man a gun to shoot at them. I don't know if he hit anything. That is really the only time he spoke of actively being attacked.
Those are the only stories I've ever heard from my dad concerning the two wars he served in. I realize from a couple things my mother said that my dad came back from war with some issues. He's adjusted and done well in life. In fact, when I took he and my mother to Hawaii four year ago, we went to the zoo. That day was special because they were letting vets in for free. My dad combed through his wallet twice before finding a dog-eared and ragged card that stated he had served in the Navy and was honorably discharged.
Thanks to my dad who is now 91 and all the others who have laid their lives on the line for our country be it in the Pacific, Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq, or any where else in the world.
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