My dad graduated from high school in 1949. Shortly thereafter, he enlisted in the Army. After he completed basic training he was shipped to Korea at the onset of the Korean War. He spent many, many days on the front lines during the most active and brutal fighting of the war. The American soldiers and their allies were ill-equipped. It was wintertime and they didn't have proper winter clothing or supplies. He lived for days and days in a cold, snowy foxhole with his fellow comrades. During his service he received three Bronze Star Medals. The Bronze Star is an individual military award of the US Armed Forces that is awarded for acts of heroism, acts of merit, or meritorious service in a combat zone. My dad was eventually wounded by shrapnel and was declared a disabled veteran. Dad took his service to his country very seriously. He remained a true patriot all of his life. Over the years we heard tidbits about his time in Korea. He talked sadly about the children who were orphaned. While in Korea, Dad saw more than he could tell and he understood more than he saw. He took a lot of pictures while he was in Korea. He defended and protected his family as fiercely as he did his fellow servicemen while serving in Korea. I salute you Dad for your service and bravery.