Monday, May 25, 2009

Semper Fi

My dad is a Marine.

There is no such thing as "was" a Marine. Until you're dead, maybe.

He is a veteran of the Vietnam War. He joined the armed forces when he was only 17 and came home two years later with a Purple Heart and shrapnel that he would keep as a souvenir the rest of his life. My beautiful father, with his incredible heart and unfailing generosity, jumps at small sounds and hunkers at helicopters overhead. He is a veteran.

His father, my grandfather, was a Marine who fought in World War II. Pacific theater. He, too, came home with a Purple Heart. He was a veteran.

His father, my great-grandfather, was a Marine. He fought in World War I. When he enlisted, the recruiting officer wrote down that he was the "finest physical specimen" he had ever seen. He was a veteran.

It goes without saying that there is a flag flying in front of my house today, and a catch in my throat when I look at it.

Thanks, Dad. I am so proud to be your daughter.


  1. I am very glad that you are my daughter and I love you very much.
    Thanks Dad

  2. Thanks for being my daughter your the best.
    Love Dad

  3. this is wonderful. and if i may, i add my thanks to yours!