I recently saw this photo on Facebook, and had to share it today.
And mine wore a Navy uniform.
fights, bleeds, perhaps dies …
That’s my Dad, when he was 18.
He served three tours in Vietnam.
He doesn’t talk much about his time in the Navy. He served on the USS Hooper DE-1026 from 1965 to 1968.
He has several tattoos that remind us all of his service. One is a Geisha on his right forearm that shakes her hip when he drums his fingers, the other is an eagle. When we were kids, we would ask him to “make her dance.” LOL. Now our kids ask him to.
He once had his camera taken away when he took a picture of a dead Vietnamese pilot that was face down in the water.
He stands proud when the National Anthem is sung, and smiles with one corner of his mouth when Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the U.S.A.” is played.
He is the reason I will never watch a Jane Fonda movie. I harbor no ill will toward her, but she disrespected my Dad, and I don’t have any desire to watch her on screen or line her pockets.
Thanks, Dad. Thank you for serving. Thank you for wearing dog tags. Thank you for caring about liberty and justice. Thank you for fighting for me, before I was ever even thought of. Thank you for being a hero to millions of Americans who may never even know your name.
His name, by the way, is Joseph F. Shimchick. Most people call him Butch.
Feel free to leave a comment and thank him.
Take the time to thank a Veteran today. They took the time so you’d have the freedom to do so.