November 11

[roxy]

This is my dad. He's holding me. My dad served in the Army--WWII, and in Viet Nam. He did thirty years and retired. The Army probably gave him a better life than he would have had in Florida at the time. My dad wasn't a service kind of guy. Once he got out of the army he was done. I think the thing he valued about his service was meeting my mom when he was stationed in Europe. (warbaby here).

He gave up a lot for this country, and in my opinion, gave a lot more than he got. When he came back to the States with my mom, it took them forever to find a place to live. Service wasn't good enough. He was a vet, but he was a Black vet, and that didn't mean anything to anyone. Still, he overcame, and eventually, Black vets were recognized for their service too.

So anyway, my dad--handsome devil.

Comments

[ingridmatthews.livejournal.com]

What an awesome photo. He reminds me of my dad, they served the same amount of time at around the same time. (I'm also a war baby, my dad met my mom in Europe.) I see he was a Sargent First Class, the best enlisted rank! :D

It's really awful the way black vets were treated, I mean HOW much more did he have to prove? He did more for the country than the majority of those landlords ever did. Like they would have lasted 10 seconds in any of the theaters he fought in with valor. *rolls eyes*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ah, we have a lot in common!

Yeah, it was a crime, it really was--and those guys had to work twice as hard, too. No matter what he felt about the Army, at that time, it was the best way for a Black man to get ahead, and he took full advantage of it. Living well is the best revenge. ;)