As Father’s Day approaches, sending a card or calling my father seems inadequate given all he has done for me over my lifetime. So I’m writing this blog post to more adequately express my thoughts.
My father was born and raised in a farming family who had to move farms on several occasions due to poor crops, bad weather and the Great Depression. He worked his way through his university studies and Bachelor’s degree. He fought in World War II as a co-pilot in a B-17 bomber. On his fourth mission over Germany, his plane was shot down and within a few days, he found himself in Stalag-Luft 1, a German prisoner of war camp, near Barth.
Dad was a POW from mid-September to mid-May, suffering months of brutally cold weather in northern Germany. The POWs survived on a very limited diet, no heat and overly crowded barracks. I write this to let you know that he didn’t have it easy, yet what is most impressive is that my father never complains. Perhaps because of his upbringing and his POW experience, he realizes that things could be worse and that complaining doesn’t usually help.
I am so very grateful to have my father as my Hero. A father that taught me by example how to live a full life, to be happy and grateful. A father who taught me to work hard and not complain.
Thank you and Happy Father’s Day! p.s. He was also a great family historian