Mare; I know how you must feel coming across those dog tags of your fathers.
Heaven knows where mine ever ended up. After so many moves, things seem to come up missing.
Now, I don't want to act Maudlin, but your discovery reminds me of an insident long ago. It all started out with a pair of womens whatchamacallits. You know, Shorts that are made to look like shorts. Well,---my wife flo, had a pair, and they were pea green, and green WAS in fasion then. I ask her if she would refrain from wearing them out in public, even if it was in the back yard. she said she liked them and would wear them if she wanted. So, one day I put them in the garage insinerater and up they went, never to be thought of again-----untill, one day, during Desert torm, I felt a bit nostalgic, and went to look at my uniform, you know--- olive green, creased pants, sgt stripes, good conduct & ruptured duck medals. It was nowhere to be found. Sooo, I asked Flo if she knew where they were. All she said was, remember my(i just rembered the name) culots.That's all she had to say I'm just
thankful thats all she threw out. GOD Help us keep our memories
Mare;; Dad must be up there saying------"That's my little girl"
Your tribute to him is bound with love
chucktoo