PFC Edward Haeger
In the early 1950’s, Dad and his buddies served in the Army reserves at Chicago’s Navy Pier. They enlisted and went to basic training together at Fort Riley, Kansas. Then Dad was stationed to White Sands Proving Ground, New Mexico.
I used to tease Dad that he spent the Korean War stateside, defending America’s southern borders from marauding Communists. Joking aside, he's very proud of his military service.
A couple years ago, the assisted living facility where Dad lived honored the veterans in residence with a brief ceremony and certificate of thanks. Dad was brought to tears by the acknowledgement, so I called the director to tell her how much the gesture had meant to him. She said his reaction was not uncommon. A person’s military service, no matter how long ago it occurred, played a significant role in his or her life.
I don’t know how much Dad remembers of his Army experience sixty years ago. I do know that something deep inside him would still respond to the sight of the American flag, the playing of Taps, or a firm handshake of thanks.
Happy Veteran’s Day, Dad!