Happy birthday, to my parents.
This week my father turned 98 and mother reached 96. I love ’em. Without short-term memory, his long-term is solid of growing on a Hawaii plantation, company command during winter fighting in Korea, hunting in the Alps, mingling w Redskins when pro football was a real sport. Mom, who sent her men to war eight times, is beginning to deal with memory loss. She called three times last night “just thought we could catch up” and we enjoyed the same conversation a few times. Both healthy, staying in their house, weekday care-giver. Happy birthday. #forever
So, for my ease, I am recycling the post I did for last Fathers Dy.
Happy Father’s Day.
My father is 97, healthy, lost most his memories, loves his home garden. In so many ways, he is the most incredible man I’ve known. Grew up poor, as in very poor (though ‘we didn’t know we were poor’). Served 30 years in the US Army from Private to Colonel, made it through WWII and Korea combat (replacement at 3 ID was killed less than 24 hours later). Still married to his childhood sweetheart, they raised four of us on assignments around the world (his hunting and fishing spawned my appreciation for guns and 2A). THEN, he served another 20 years with the DC National Guard through Vietnam (how I met Vince Lombardi) and at the Pentagon with the National Guard Bureau. This isn’t a tribute to him – I am weak at expressing those emotions – this is a tribute to his service to our nation, a Defender of Freedom for 50 years. Happy Father’s Day. #MAGA #onlyinamerica Willes Lee NRA Board of Directors @WillesLee www.WillesLee.com