On this Veteran's Day, I'd like to honor my own personal war hero....my late father.
He was a veteran of many wars, both foreign and domestic. After a distinguished stint with the Navy in World War II (distinguished, according to him, by not having actually to shoot at anyone), he came home to marry, attend college and rear five daughters. Thus began his life-long War on Poverty....unfortunately, Poverty was aided and abetted by those five daughters and put up a hearty fight. Pop put up a bigger fight, though, working until retirement in the labs of a large pharmaceutical firm, doing his part in the War on Disease. During those years, Pop participated in numerous miniwars on termites, failing furnaces, rampant crabgrass, malfunctioning septic tanks, leaky roofs, elderly automobiles, young men with dubious intentions toward his daughters and other domestic enemies. After retirement, he fought the War on Boredom by taking on new careers, such as running an art gallery and selling ice cream on the beach.
Ultimately, though, there was one enemy my father couldn't overcome. After many years of doing combat with a faulty heart, he lost the final battle and moved on to that place reserved for those who have "fought the good fight".
Rest in Peace, Pop. You will always be our hero.