Veterans Day

My father wanted to defend his country.

Born in 1929, he was too young for World War II but was the right age for Korea.

He joined the Army and headed off to basic training, making his way to Aberdeen Proving Ground in Maryland.

Inducted on January 23, 1951, Private First Class Robert D Adams was honorably discharged on March 15, 1951. It was over before he ever had a chance to do what he believed was his duty.

He was in the Army for 51 days in '51.

On the discharge paper, it reads: "Disability existing prior to entry on active service and not aggravated by military service."

He was heartbroken.

His hips would have never survived, no matter how tough he was.

He came back to Lake Secor, eventually met my mom, had three kids and lived a full life. He adored the grandkids he got to meet.

But not serving his country hurt him.

It always makes my heart feel full to see an American flag placed on his grave to recognize his brief stint in the service.

I'd like to think he'd be proud of that.

He knew there were some who gave all. Many gave much more than he was permitted to give.

But on this Veterans Day, please think of my dad, Private First Class Robert D Adams, who wanted to give as well.

There's something to be said for desire.

Thank you to all who have served.