This isn’t the America my Dad fought for.

My Dad died when I was 19.

But even today I remember that small patch of smooth skin on his left shoulder. It had an almost translucent quality. Dad never liked to talk about it. Just once he told me he’d been shot in the war, in the Philippines,  and there was still a small piece of metal  deep beneath the skin.

He almost never talked about it, but every once in awhile  his shoulder would “act up” and he’d have me slather some smelly concoction on the site. Was supposed to make it hurt less.

I am thinking about my Dad a lot these days. I can’t help but think that the country we’re becoming now is not the America he fought for. His shoulder would be”acting up.”

 

About Bob Grossfeld

Bob is a longtime political & public affairs media consultant. Based in Phoenix, AZ he spends a great deal of his time doing guerrilla therapy for his fellow Arizonans before they succumb to the state's lunacy. The media calls on him frequently to help explain Arizona politics with a straight face.
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