World War Two

My father volunteered for Navy service in 1943 at the age of 32. He always reminded me that he was not drafted and eagerly anticipated service. He is a part of a generation of men who chant the serendipity of the age and time that they were actually part of a righteous cause. My father, who was a fierce Republican (I grew up listening to him argue with my liberal mother), thought the hubris of the Bush administration was a stark contrast to the war he experienced. He actually voted for President Obama, which was I admit, assisted by a loving daughter's due diligence.