Dave came down on orders for Viet Nam during the winter of 1967. We caught a flight to the states shortly after that. We went to North Dakota first, bought a car and then went to southern Missouri to see my family. We rented an apartment for Danny and I to live in while he was away for a year. Danny was a year and a half when Dave left. Danny got his first set of stitches before Dave went overseas. He ran up from the bottom of the bed and flopped himself down and hit his forehead on the headboard.
We spent quite a bit of time that year down at my mom and dad's place on the lake. Mom especially got such a kick out of the little one. One that tickled her the most was when he would sneak out of bed and lay down on his tummy in the hall with his hands under his chin, watching what we were doing.
When we were at our place in Springfield we spent a lot of the summer days at the pool. Danny was a fearless little waterduck. He would come running and jump in to me and go completely under water before I would pull him up. He loved this and did it over and over.
In the fall Danny and I moved to St.Louis to stay with my sister Kathy and her husband Gib and son Darren.She was having a problem pregnancy and I went there to help her out. She was good company to me too while Dave was gone. He came back in February I think and the three of us moved to Fort Ord California.
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I can't imagine having my husband away at war for a year. You don't say anything about it, but I imagine that was very hard, and I know you did it more than a few times. Military life is not easy.
ReplyDeleteThat is part of the story that I won't blog about. Let's just say it was very difficult at times.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine. When you add up time he was away during our youth, it is quite stunning. Between 2 tours of Vietnam, year in Korea and various schools and TDY's, it has to be close to 4 years. That had to be VERY tough for you, and him.
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