My Dad was a career Marine on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. He helped my mom conceive me about September 1944, before he spent months fighting the Japs in the Southern Pacific. Mom didn't think I needed my Dad, so she brought me to California when I was four. When he passed, he remembered me as equal to his other four children, so at 47 years of age, I got my Dad back. A fine man with bright, blue eyes and a gentle soul.

Semper Fi, beloved Father.