OUR FATHERS WERE SOLDIERS

Simon E. Draper, Jr.  Southern France

Signal Corps US Army about 1944

Donald S. Dorrington

Veterans' Day - Westfield, Massachusetts
 US Marines Fifth Division  1943 -1946

MEMORIAL DAY THOUGHTS  2023

Growing up in the 1950’s, many fathers I knew had been soldiers. It was the same for uncles, brothers, grandfathers and women who served in the military.

My grandfather fought in the trenches of France during World War I.  He never spoke of it until he was a very old man.  He’d rather share stories of his father’s farm, where he had driven horse teams for logging and rolling snow.

His references to war were short and grim.  He remembered the waste of farms and fields. After the war, he loved the Maine woods and his camp.  It was isolated— just Gramp and his oldest buddies, those same men who later buried his ashes there.

My father and my father-in-law were young men during World War II.

My father joined the Marines days after graduating from high school.  He turned eighteen on the island of Iwo Jima, one of the worst battles of the Pacific.  He didn’t speak about it until much later in life.  He was of two minds — proud to be a Marine and proud of the men and women of his generation for stepping up to the call for service.

But he also carried the silent grief war leaves — like the men he fought with who didn’t return home.  The desolation he witnessed at Nagasaki.  His uneasy return to civilian life.

Later in life my father spoke with students during Memorial Day ceremonies. He didn’t glamorize war, rather he told them about the need for diplomacy and other ways to manage disputes.  He gave them a glimpse into his life during WWII.  He was rewarded by letters he received from those students and he saved every one.

Finally, my father-in-law was a few years older when he joined the US Army during WWII.  He served in the Signal Corps in southern France.  Although there was danger, he never saw active combat.  His was background work keeping communications open and safe.

When he came home, he started a career with the telephone company.  He shared his photographs of France, yet never really gave details of his wartime life.  He was the kind of man who could find the good in most situations, even war, and move on.

So, I listen to the stories and watch how the storytellers live. They offer me insights and ways to cope no matter what may come my way -- good, tragic and ugly.