Comments on: A Veteran of Many Things http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/ Mutual Aid for Marketing Your Fire Department Thu, 11 Mar 2010 05:19:14 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Tiger Schmittendorf http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-304 Tiger Schmittendorf Fri, 13 Nov 2009 04:12:34 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-304 Matt -<br><br>My father served with the 127th Infantry Regiment - 32nd Infantry Division as well. I have one of his "Red Arrow" patches.<br><br>Thanks to your Dad for his service to our country.<br><br><br>Rose -<br><br>I'm glad you have such proud memories of your Dad. Writing about them helps to endure their legacy and service. Thanks for sharing. Matt -

My father served with the 127th Infantry Regiment – 32nd Infantry Division as well. I have one of his “Red Arrow” patches.

Thanks to your Dad for his service to our country.

Rose -

I'm glad you have such proud memories of your Dad. Writing about them helps to endure their legacy and service. Thanks for sharing.

]]> By: Tiger Schmittendorf http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-303 Tiger Schmittendorf Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:12:34 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-303 Matt -<br><br>My father served with the 127th Infantry Regiment - 32nd Infantry Division as well. I have one of his "Red Arrow" patches.<br><br>Thanks to your Dad for his service to our country.<br><br><br>Rose -<br><br>I'm glad you have such proud memories of your Dad. Writing about them helps to endure their legacy and service. Thanks for sharing. Matt -

My father served with the 127th Infantry Regiment – 32nd Infantry Division as well. I have one of his “Red Arrow” patches.

Thanks to your Dad for his service to our country.

Rose -

I'm glad you have such proud memories of your Dad. Writing about them helps to endure their legacy and service. Thanks for sharing.

]]> By: Matthew http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-301 Matthew Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:48:58 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-301 My Father, Staff Sergeant Donald C. Boyd, served with the 32nd "Red Arrow" Division, 128th Infantry Regiment, Cannon Company. He fought on Leyte, Luzon, the Druiniumor River, and the Villa Verde Trail where he drove an M7 Priest, carried an M1 Garand, and was awarded the Bronze Star for heroism. He is currently recovering at home from recent triple bypass surgery in Swanton, Ohio. A short interview and recent images of my remarkable Father may be viewed at this link. <a href="http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_boyd.html" rel="nofollow">http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_bo...</a> My Father, Staff Sergeant Donald C. Boyd, served with the 32nd “Red Arrow” Division, 128th Infantry Regiment, Cannon Company. He fought on Leyte, Luzon, the Druiniumor River, and the Villa Verde Trail where he drove an M7 Priest, carried an M1 Garand, and was awarded the Bronze Star for heroism. He is currently recovering at home from recent triple bypass surgery in Swanton, Ohio. A short interview and recent images of my remarkable Father may be viewed at this link. http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_bo...

]]> By: Matthew http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-300 Matthew Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:48:58 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-300 My Father, Staff Sergeant Donald C. Boyd, served with the 32nd "Red Arrow" Division, 128th Infantry Regiment, Cannon Company. He fought on Leyte, Luzon, the Druiniumor River, and the Villa Verde Trail where he drove an M7 Priest, carried an M1 Garand, and was awarded the Bronze Star for heroism. He is currently recovering at home from recent triple bypass surgery in Swanton, Ohio. A short interview and recent images of my remarkable Father may be viewed at this link. <a href="http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_boyd.html" rel="nofollow">http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_bo...</a> My Father, Staff Sergeant Donald C. Boyd, served with the 32nd “Red Arrow” Division, 128th Infantry Regiment, Cannon Company. He fought on Leyte, Luzon, the Druiniumor River, and the Villa Verde Trail where he drove an M7 Priest, carried an M1 Garand, and was awarded the Bronze Star for heroism. He is currently recovering at home from recent triple bypass surgery in Swanton, Ohio. A short interview and recent images of my remarkable Father may be viewed at this link. http://carol_fus.tripod.com/army_hero_donald_bo...

]]> By: Rose M Newsom Sestokas http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-299 Rose M Newsom Sestokas Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:26:35 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-299 I think that you are one of the lucky ones. Not too many people today can look back at their parents life and have so much to be proud of. My father was in the Army Air Corpts. He was discharged just two days before the flight team he was with received orders to Korea. I hate to say this, but I am glad he got out when he did. As it is, the flight team was out on a mission when the entire group of men that my father trained, laughed and dreamed with were all killed. My dad was the only one out of those men to live because his tour was up. I thank God every day for that. Daddy was not so lucky when it came to Vietnam. He was called to serve the Air Force in Dang Nang, also know as rocket city, for almost his full year. He went over in January of 1967. He was injured in June of that year and stayed at his station until he was medi-vaced in October. He was shipped home to Tacoma WA where he under went surgery to repair his right shoulder at Fort Lewis. We then came back into the south. We lived in South Carolina until he retired. At his retirement he asked if he was going to get any disablity because of his shoulder. He was told that he didn't complain enough to get the disablity. He did go in one time. the doctor told him that there was nothing to do and that he had to just live with. So he did. When Daddy retired in 1970, he did what he had always wanted. He had a store in a little town near a great fishing and hunting area. He made many friends and never went to a job other than the store again. My sister and mother and I helped to run the store, But in 1972 we both got married and my sister went to Chicago. I stayed for awhile in the little town until my husband was stationed at Clark AFB for two years. When we came back, we were stationed at Shaw AFB in SC again. We stayed there until and after my husband retired. I was able to see the love in my father's eyes and heart when ever my two boys would come around. I never had a baby sitter that he liked, so I told him that he would have to do the job. He was all for it. My boys learned how to fish before they even really knew about life. All Daddy would say, was "Get your Boat Coats boys" and they would. He would close up the store any time the fishing was good or during hunting season, if it was a good day to hunt. Daddy didn't say much about when he was in Dang Nang, but I remember the tapes he would send home in place of writing letters. It helped more to hear his voice than try to read his hand writing, if that is what you wanted to call it. Dad had many friends and he lost some too. He never put off for tomorrow if he didn't have too. Daddy died this last June 20,2009. The last 2 to 3 years were hard on him and the rest of us. Like I said, he didn't talk about his time in Dang Nang, but in his sleep and when he was not aware of, he would have flash backs. The screaming, orders, everything. He never remembered any of it. Within the last few days of his life, he had a look in his face that I had never seen before. He went very quietly and painlessly. Today my husband went to a local High School for a Veteran's Day event. At this event he wore one of my dad's hats that had pins in it from where he had been and what plains he worked with. When they called for any Vets that had been the Veitnam "Conflict" to please stand up, My husband was the only one. Him with my father's hat. I know he was there too. The thing these kids today don't know is the fellowship that is born when you spend time with people from all over, and put their lives on the line for them as they did for you. <br>I had a good father and am very proud to say that he served the United States of America and would have dies for it too. It is people like your dad and mine as well as hundreds more dads and moms too, that we thank today. I am proud of my dad and my husband of 37 years. Dad died just 12 days after his 81st birthday and just a few weeks after he and my mom celebrated their 61st wedding anaversary. Thank you DAD and to all the DADs out there. I think that you are one of the lucky ones. Not too many people today can look back at their parents life and have so much to be proud of. My father was in the Army Air Corpts. He was discharged just two days before the flight team he was with received orders to Korea. I hate to say this, but I am glad he got out when he did. As it is, the flight team was out on a mission when the entire group of men that my father trained, laughed and dreamed with were all killed. My dad was the only one out of those men to live because his tour was up. I thank God every day for that. Daddy was not so lucky when it came to Vietnam. He was called to serve the Air Force in Dang Nang, also know as rocket city, for almost his full year. He went over in January of 1967. He was injured in June of that year and stayed at his station until he was medi-vaced in October. He was shipped home to Tacoma WA where he under went surgery to repair his right shoulder at Fort Lewis. We then came back into the south. We lived in South Carolina until he retired. At his retirement he asked if he was going to get any disablity because of his shoulder. He was told that he didn't complain enough to get the disablity. He did go in one time. the doctor told him that there was nothing to do and that he had to just live with. So he did. When Daddy retired in 1970, he did what he had always wanted. He had a store in a little town near a great fishing and hunting area. He made many friends and never went to a job other than the store again. My sister and mother and I helped to run the store, But in 1972 we both got married and my sister went to Chicago. I stayed for awhile in the little town until my husband was stationed at Clark AFB for two years. When we came back, we were stationed at Shaw AFB in SC again. We stayed there until and after my husband retired. I was able to see the love in my father's eyes and heart when ever my two boys would come around. I never had a baby sitter that he liked, so I told him that he would have to do the job. He was all for it. My boys learned how to fish before they even really knew about life. All Daddy would say, was “Get your Boat Coats boys” and they would. He would close up the store any time the fishing was good or during hunting season, if it was a good day to hunt. Daddy didn't say much about when he was in Dang Nang, but I remember the tapes he would send home in place of writing letters. It helped more to hear his voice than try to read his hand writing, if that is what you wanted to call it. Dad had many friends and he lost some too. He never put off for tomorrow if he didn't have too. Daddy died this last June 20,2009. The last 2 to 3 years were hard on him and the rest of us. Like I said, he didn't talk about his time in Dang Nang, but in his sleep and when he was not aware of, he would have flash backs. The screaming, orders, everything. He never remembered any of it. Within the last few days of his life, he had a look in his face that I had never seen before. He went very quietly and painlessly. Today my husband went to a local High School for a Veteran's Day event. At this event he wore one of my dad's hats that had pins in it from where he had been and what plains he worked with. When they called for any Vets that had been the Veitnam “Conflict” to please stand up, My husband was the only one. Him with my father's hat. I know he was there too. The thing these kids today don't know is the fellowship that is born when you spend time with people from all over, and put their lives on the line for them as they did for you.
I had a good father and am very proud to say that he served the United States of America and would have dies for it too. It is people like your dad and mine as well as hundreds more dads and moms too, that we thank today. I am proud of my dad and my husband of 37 years. Dad died just 12 days after his 81st birthday and just a few weeks after he and my mom celebrated their 61st wedding anaversary. Thank you DAD and to all the DADs out there.

]]> By: Rose M Newsom Sestokas http://tigerschmittendorf.com/2009/11/11/a-veteran-of-many-things/comment-page-1/#comment-298 Rose M Newsom Sestokas Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:26:35 +0000 http://tigerschmittendorf.com/?p=1359#comment-298 I think that you are one of the lucky ones. Not too many people today can look back at their parents life and have so much to be proud of. My father was in the Army Air Corpts. He was discharged just two days before the flight team he was with received orders to Korea. I hate to say this, but I am glad he got out when he did. As it is, the flight team was out on a mission when the entire group of men that my father trained, laughed and dreamed with were all killed. My dad was the only one out of those men to live because his tour was up. I thank God every day for that. Daddy was not so lucky when it came to Vietnam. He was called to serve the Air Force in Dang Nang, also know as rocket city, for almost his full year. He went over in January of 1967. He was injured in June of that year and stayed at his station until he was medi-vaced in October. He was shipped home to Tacoma WA where he under went surgery to repair his right shoulder at Fort Lewis. We then came back into the south. We lived in South Carolina until he retired. At his retirement he asked if he was going to get any disablity because of his shoulder. He was told that he didn't complain enough to get the disablity. He did go in one time. the doctor told him that there was nothing to do and that he had to just live with. So he did. When Daddy retired in 1970, he did what he had always wanted. He had a store in a little town near a great fishing and hunting area. He made many friends and never went to a job other than the store again. My sister and mother and I helped to run the store, But in 1972 we both got married and my sister went to Chicago. I stayed for awhile in the little town until my husband was stationed at Clark AFB for two years. When we came back, we were stationed at Shaw AFB in SC again. We stayed there until and after my husband retired. I was able to see the love in my father's eyes and heart when ever my two boys would come around. I never had a baby sitter that he liked, so I told him that he would have to do the job. He was all for it. My boys learned how to fish before they even really knew about life. All Daddy would say, was "Get your Boat Coats boys" and they would. He would close up the store any time the fishing was good or during hunting season, if it was a good day to hunt. Daddy didn't say much about when he was in Dang Nang, but I remember the tapes he would send home in place of writing letters. It helped more to hear his voice than try to read his hand writing, if that is what you wanted to call it. Dad had many friends and he lost some too. He never put off for tomorrow if he didn't have too. Daddy died this last June 20,2009. The last 2 to 3 years were hard on him and the rest of us. Like I said, he didn't talk about his time in Dang Nang, but in his sleep and when he was not aware of, he would have flash backs. The screaming, orders, everything. He never remembered any of it. Within the last few days of his life, he had a look in his face that I had never seen before. He went very quietly and painlessly. Today my husband went to a local High School for a Veteran's Day event. At this event he wore one of my dad's hats that had pins in it from where he had been and what plains he worked with. When they called for any Vets that had been the Veitnam "Conflict" to please stand up, My husband was the only one. Him with my father's hat. I know he was there too. The thing these kids today don't know is the fellowship that is born when you spend time with people from all over, and put their lives on the line for them as they did for you. <br>I had a good father and am very proud to say that he served the United States of America and would have dies for it too. It is people like your dad and mine as well as hundreds more dads and moms too, that we thank today. I am proud of my dad and my husband of 37 years. Dad died just 12 days after his 81st birthday and just a few weeks after he and my mom celebrated their 61st wedding anaversary. Thank you DAD and to all the DADs out there. I think that you are one of the lucky ones. Not too many people today can look back at their parents life and have so much to be proud of. My father was in the Army Air Corpts. He was discharged just two days before the flight team he was with received orders to Korea. I hate to say this, but I am glad he got out when he did. As it is, the flight team was out on a mission when the entire group of men that my father trained, laughed and dreamed with were all killed. My dad was the only one out of those men to live because his tour was up. I thank God every day for that. Daddy was not so lucky when it came to Vietnam. He was called to serve the Air Force in Dang Nang, also know as rocket city, for almost his full year. He went over in January of 1967. He was injured in June of that year and stayed at his station until he was medi-vaced in October. He was shipped home to Tacoma WA where he under went surgery to repair his right shoulder at Fort Lewis. We then came back into the south. We lived in South Carolina until he retired. At his retirement he asked if he was going to get any disablity because of his shoulder. He was told that he didn't complain enough to get the disablity. He did go in one time. the doctor told him that there was nothing to do and that he had to just live with. So he did. When Daddy retired in 1970, he did what he had always wanted. He had a store in a little town near a great fishing and hunting area. He made many friends and never went to a job other than the store again. My sister and mother and I helped to run the store, But in 1972 we both got married and my sister went to Chicago. I stayed for awhile in the little town until my husband was stationed at Clark AFB for two years. When we came back, we were stationed at Shaw AFB in SC again. We stayed there until and after my husband retired. I was able to see the love in my father's eyes and heart when ever my two boys would come around. I never had a baby sitter that he liked, so I told him that he would have to do the job. He was all for it. My boys learned how to fish before they even really knew about life. All Daddy would say, was “Get your Boat Coats boys” and they would. He would close up the store any time the fishing was good or during hunting season, if it was a good day to hunt. Daddy didn't say much about when he was in Dang Nang, but I remember the tapes he would send home in place of writing letters. It helped more to hear his voice than try to read his hand writing, if that is what you wanted to call it. Dad had many friends and he lost some too. He never put off for tomorrow if he didn't have too. Daddy died this last June 20,2009. The last 2 to 3 years were hard on him and the rest of us. Like I said, he didn't talk about his time in Dang Nang, but in his sleep and when he was not aware of, he would have flash backs. The screaming, orders, everything. He never remembered any of it. Within the last few days of his life, he had a look in his face that I had never seen before. He went very quietly and painlessly. Today my husband went to a local High School for a Veteran's Day event. At this event he wore one of my dad's hats that had pins in it from where he had been and what plains he worked with. When they called for any Vets that had been the Veitnam “Conflict” to please stand up, My husband was the only one. Him with my father's hat. I know he was there too. The thing these kids today don't know is the fellowship that is born when you spend time with people from all over, and put their lives on the line for them as they did for you.
I had a good father and am very proud to say that he served the United States of America and would have dies for it too. It is people like your dad and mine as well as hundreds more dads and moms too, that we thank today. I am proud of my dad and my husband of 37 years. Dad died just 12 days after his 81st birthday and just a few weeks after he and my mom celebrated their 61st wedding anaversary. Thank you DAD and to all the DADs out there.

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