receive(there were). I sat stunned, as the sweet woman behind a computer pulled up my dad's records and told me about his medals, commendations and the battles that he was in. My father had never once mentioned anything about honors. I came home and asked my mom, if she had recollections of medals. She just shook her head and said daddy never wanted to talk about the War. A few years before, a dear family friend who had served in the Navy during the war was talking to me about my dad. He asked me what daddy did in the war, and I told him he was a medic. Joel's eyes teared up, he told me that my dad had one of the most difficult jobs, that
he had to cross the battlefields, deciding which of the wounded he could help. I remembered all the times during my life, that daddy helped friends and neighbors. He was the most compassionate person I have ever known. At his funereal, so many people came up and told my family about all the times that my dad had helped them. So today, I think about that young, 18 year boy from Hull, Al who went to war. How, he came home and raised a family, and taught us to always help our friends and neighbors. He taught me more about God, than I ever learned in church. He taught me to see goodness and grace in all people, no matter the color of their skin or their station in life. I know that because of him, there were young men who made it back from the war, to live their lives and raise their families. Today, I miss him very much.