To Honor Those Who Served to the End
This will always be my favorite column to honor all of those who served, especially those who died in that service. Some died on the field. Some died from the scars of their service. All gave more than they should have in a perfect world. There is a photograph on the wall of my sister’s home that is both precious and haunting to me. It is a restored, blown up and framed photo of my father on his way to the South Pacific during World War II. It was taken by an Army photographer from a small tender craft as my Dad’s ship, the S.S. Monterey, left harbor. In a happy accident, the picture was taken with a close up of Pfc. Frank G. Yatckoske front and center. He is in the midst of a host of soldiers leaning over the rail, all smiling and mugging for the camera. My father is leaning out from the rest, his arms braced on the rail of the ship, his smile—a straight, wide grin filled with ...