If any of you follow my writing antics on here you have heard me mention my Pop. Dad died in 1996, and maybe like many of you and your Dad I never really "knew" him. A man of few words and short on tales of his life. Quiet, unassuming. A normal Joe. Reminds me of the picture of the guy in another thread who caught the record Iowa catfish that has been up recently. Since my Mother died this spring my sisters have continued to open boxes and cases of Ma's and Dad's personal lives when they have time or are in the mood. Ma saved everything and anything. Thanksgiving day my sisters gave me a packet they had found of some of Dad's military papers. His discharge papers and military history. Just paperwork and a lot of it. I opened that stuff earlier tonight and have just had a chance to go through it. Some of it- Enlisted Record and Report of Separation- Honorable discharge. Notice of determination- unemployment compensation = 52 weeks @ 20.00 bucks a week Army of the United States- Separation Qualification Record United States Army, Quartermaster Corps- Certificate of Proficiency For School of Bakers and Cooks. Dad got drafted at the start of the war. They medicaled him out because his feet were flatter than a laser beam. Instead of staying home like so many did he volunteered. They turned him down. He volunteered a 2nd time. They took him. Sent him to basic in Florida. One story he would tell. They took a launch of folks out into the Gulf pretty close to Upchunkers stompin' grounds. Our family, none of them can swim. We are like the proverbial rock in water. They lined them up in rows and told them to swim to shore. My Dad said he would drown. The Sgt. laughed and said the salt water would make him float like a cork and pushed him overboard. He sunk like a rook off a roof. He got to ride the launch back in after they drug his rear end back aboard. Barracks: He would tell of two guys from California who nightly would get on opposite end of the barracks and throw bayonets at each other, catching them like circus performers, daring people to step into the runway. He liked that. Cooking: he went to Ft Williams Maine for cooking school. I didn't know Dad was a good cook, just never did it after he got out. Several stories (many) here but one that always comes to mind. Eggs. They always had a lot of eggs. A hundred dozen for this, fifty dozen for that. The number of baby chicks, up to the point where they were feathered that went into scrambled eggs was amazing. Plus some other stuff that would make you throw up. Yes John, the papers the papers. Get to why you are writing this. Okey Dokey. I didn't know he was in Continental service for 2 years and 4 days. I knew he was in foreign service but not for a year, stationed in Iceland. I didn't know he was a Cpl. I didn't know he was a marksman with carbine. I didn't know he was qualified to drive wheeled vehicles to 2 1/2 ton. I didn't know he was an electrician. I didn't know he wired tanks in Indianapolis. I didn't know his right thumb print was that big. I didn't know his separation base was at Westover field in Massachusetts. I didn't know his dog tag numbers. On and on. Just papers. Just Govt paperwork. Just personal stuff. I know that many of you on this forum are or have been military. I know better than you realize why you don't talk about it. I know that once you are out, you leave that as far behind you as you can, at least publically. Save the junk, put it away, don't look at it. You have earned the right to forget. But leave it for someone else who might care gets a chance to see it. John.