Jacie Estes
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I was just thinking, after I saw this thread, "Um, did I ever thank my dad for fighting for three years in the Pacific on a Navy ship in WWII?" Uh, no, I guess I didn't. It would, I think, have embarrassed him - he pretty well low-keyed his whole war experience, and told no tales. I did find out - from my mom - his role when the Navy would set the Marines down on those scores of tiny islands and atolls; while "Pharmacist's Mate" didn't sound like the most adventurous of designations, it also meant that he went in right after the Marines, in a Navy team of stretcher bearers, and was constantly under fire hauling out the wounded. Good grief - my dad was a Kansas farm boy in his mid-20's and, till the war, had never even seen an ocean. Brave stuff.
So thanks, dad. All you would ever say was, "I served for my country." And that is plenty.
My Dad was an Oklahoma farm boy and he would just stare off without a word. He is gone but I cherish the upbringing I had; he taught me to always do the right thing.