My father was born and raised in eastern Kentucky. He joined the Army Air Corps and served during WWII. He spent all his overseas time in India flying the Hump. The Himalaya mountains. He did go to Burma , he got malaria and damn near died. It did weaken his heart because he didn't live to see 60. He won medals and made staff sergeant. I urge everyone to read up on the China/Burma/ India theater of operations. A interesting part of the war you don't hear much about.
When the war was over he came back home to Kentucky and while working on a job in West Virginia met my mother. They got married in 1947 and shortly after made the future Mohave Rat. When I got big they had a little war going on called Vietnam. I got out of high school and joined the Air Force. It had become its own branch of the military by then. I got a few medals and made staff sergeant like my dad. Good enough for me.
I have four children in this world who grew up and don't know any of this. There has been many times we could have talked about this and I could have told them about their grandpa and why I did what I did but no. Not one of them ever cared to learn about me or my family.
How sad. Now even if they wanted to know I don't want to talk about it anymore. I haven't had a conversation with any of them in years. Far as I am concerned they all died. It is easier to feel that way then live every day with the knowledge they know I am alive and just don't care.
I guess my grandchildren will never know anything about me either. Damn shame, I'm the Mohave Rat. I'm a pretty interesting fellow.
all for now,