HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
This weekend marks the 31st Father’s Day without my father. I must admit that nineteen is a pretty young age to lose your dad. He was larger than life. He was my compass. He was the one I strove to impress. No offense to my mom; she was always proud of me. There was just something about my dad. He served in the United States Marine Corps for an impressive 31 years. At the age of seventeen, my dad went to Korea, was trapped in the Chosin Reservoir, and came home with the Purple Heart, along with some shrapnel that…