Memorial Day And Dad

Every Memorial Day, I think of my father.

Dad was in the Marine Corps during World War II — Okinawa and Guadalcanal. He brought home Malaria and Dengue Fever — 6 feet tall, 120 pounds. He recovered, regained strength, lived.

My father rarely spoke of the war, and I was a young adult before I realized the impact of his experience. I called on Memorial Day, when I was in my early twenties, and asked if he was thinking about people he knew who died in combat. There was such a long pause that I thought we lost our connection. Then he answered with a single word: “Always.”

We talked for three hours.

I learned the name of his closest friend during the war, the taste of sea spray as his ship cut through the ocean, the crack of a bullet hitting his helmet. I learned the intensity of bonds that form under circumstances nobody should know. I learned the impossible stillness and chaos Dad felt as he cradled a dying marine. I learned that my father pointed his gun at soldiers fighting for Hitler, and once at fellow marines who were about to rape an adolescent in front of her grandparents. I learned that my father – a screenwriter – chose the pen over the sword as he rebuilt his life, post war.

Our Memorial Day phone conversations became a tradition. But I knew – and Dad knew I knew – that the majority of his experience would remain unspoken. Living in combat, day-to-day, is so specific to the situation, so incomprehensible to those of us who have never known first-hand the ravages of war – that the most powerful way to honor my father for serving his country was to respect that I could understand only a fraction of his experience.

My father died in his nineties, decades after his service ended, and I carry with me those Memorial Day talks — every story, every word, every inflection. Once a year on Memorial Day, I sit quietly, and think about Dad’s friends, people I never met, who died in the war. I silently honor them for protecting and preserving the world I would be born into.

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Amy Kaufman Burk is a novelist, blogger and mother of three grown children. Amy wrote her first novel, Hollywood High: Achieve The Honorable, in reaction to seeing gay students bullied in high school. Her second novel, Tightwire, follows a rookie psychology intern through her first year of training. Amy blogs on a variety of subjects including parenting, gender equality, LGBTQ+ and a Rolling Stones concert. Amy also collaborates with educators who use her books in their curriculum. To learn more about Amy, visit her website.

http://amykaufmanburk.com

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