I am so sad to say. I don't have a decent picture of my father and me together.
What a guy. I could not hope to trace in his footsteps.
He served in the first world war as a sergeant in the infantry.
He got two medals.
Then he got married and immigrated to Canada without his family.
When he established himself he went back and brought his family here.
That takes real guts. I admired him all my life. A quiet person that told me not to argue with people that are stupid because that makes you just as stupid as them.
My Dad passed away when I was 19 years old, back when I was bulletproof and knew everything. I would love to be able to talk to him once more, so much I'd like to say.