My Dad; Born 1922, died 2012. He was a junior at Berry College in Rome, GA when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Sgt. York showed up one day and gave a rousing speech. All the boys enlisted.
He fought at Iwo Jima. When the war ended his CO said, "Son, we want to make you an officer". Dad replied, "Sir, I wouldn't stay in if you made me a general."
So, he came home and went to work for the railroad. He ended up running the largest rail yard east of the Mississippi.
He raised two sons, and was a perfect example to live by. I miss him.
I am nobody’s father. I’ve sired no children (not my plan, but fate). By the time I married my missus, the daughter was already fully enfranchised. The cat recognizes my missus as Cat Mom. The missus may call me Cat Dad, but to the cat, I’m just staff. Accordingly, I celebrate Labor Day.