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Excellent,Chris,you’re not only an artist,you’re a poet.
Nothing like a good woman.
Way to go, Chris. I like how you did that.
Well said. If only every man could say the same about his own father.
True. My father was an alcoholic, a child abuser and a wife beater. Died in the early 1970s and no one was sorry to see him go. He didn’t teach me to be a man, the Marine Corps did. My son has grown into a good man who stands up for himself (and others) but has a gentle soul.
Good to see that you and the Marine Corps broke a vicious cycle.
Such behavior too often gets passed down the generations.
The women, they bring color to our lives. Live long and prosper, Chris.
War Damn Screaming Eagles
I agree 100%
Spin Drift, gotta love your new sig line.
War Damn Screaming Eagles, indeed.
Dad in his soul and Sam in his heart…
Out of the dark and into the light, baby.
Well said, JTC.
I’ve been following this thread, and remembering…
I talk to my Dad every day. Some times he answers. “Remove the digit from the orifice, and get yourself in gear.”
23 July 2008. Thanks Dad.
One hell of a good tribute to your dad, sir.
That was just beautiful.
Your heartfelt tribute to your obviously fine father does you proud, sir. It is an example few can emulate, owing to our meager artistic skills, but we can respect it from afar. Many thanks!
Was your Father Airborne like Wade is depicted?
As I remember, 101st, screaming eagle.
First direct word since Dad/Wade left us I think. Simple one-word acknowledgement of his/their history, accomplishments, and memory. Nice.
The remarkable healing powers of a redhead.
When they’re not stealing souls.. *ducks*
Zed’s soul is well worth Sam’s stealing. . . . and keeping.
There are fifteen people walking this planet today who wanted to end their lives at one point in time. Then I got dropped in and listened.
And many genuflections and salutations to you, Lady Pamela.
Not at this tender moment, but at some point I would be interested to know exactly which remarkable healing powers a hot intelligent passive/aggressive redhead applies to multiple mopes to make life suddenly worth living…
“It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty deed done. . . “
Different ages, walks of life, male and female. No sexual contact involved. I was the listening ear. I gave comfort and counsel. Took some to sanctuary, others to the hospital. Spent 5 hours on a call one night to South Africa until the pills worked out of their system. Boss Man upstairs says do this for me. Yes Sir. Consider it done. Acta Non Verba
Does this answer your query…
The testament of great father is how their son turns out.
Judging by who you are, your dad was obviously one of the best. (After reading DBD for years you get a sense of what the author is like)
God be with you in your time of grief, Chris.
“Alive. In You.” May it ever be so in ALL good fathers. And sons.
And daughters. And mothers.
We are, after all, hopefully the sums of the best of those who came before us — or we should be.
Dang it, how come I am still tearing up a week later…?
Because losing a good and honorable man is tough whether he is flesh and bone or inked on paper.
Awesomely well done.
Outstanding. Much sympathy for your loss, Brother, but that was really well done.
Sam is wonderful.
Does she have a sister??
The apples may not fall far from the tree, but they do often roll in different directions when they hit the ground.
Nice nice plump sweet red ones get plucked, and the wormy ones get rotten.
Nice nice? Oh well, it applies I guess.
No man is gone who lives in the good memories of another.
May it be so for your father, and Wade, too.
An excellent tribute.
The love of a Good Woman.
We burned wood for heat mostly, in a house Dad and I built piecemeal, we were poor but proud.
Pulled the other end of a two man cross cut saw for years, even though there often was a chain saw in the wood shed.
Frustrated in how long it took, I once asked him why:
“You can’t talk over a chainsaw.”
I still have that damn crosscut saw, 65 years later. It hangs over the door to my shop, the chainsaws are long gone but Dad, in that saw, lives on.
If I need answers or solace, still talk to the saw, and Dad.
Gone 27 years and I am crying now, you never forget Chris.
Glad yours was a good one like mine.
Often wish I had known my dad better than I did.
A good wife is a treasure beyond measure.
Never bet against a man whose wife truly believes in him.
I lost my dad in the fall of ’86 (I was 28, had really just started to bridge the divide from having been an rotten idiot teenager, and with a new son that I was hoping would benefit from a lot of time with the greatest example of a man I ever knew). This set of strips has brought back a lot of memories, and several sets of tears.
Because I’ve been moving and had connectivity issues, I’m coming late to this. My condolences, Chris. I have prayed for your father, and shall pray for him, you, and your family.
Bravo Zulu (well done, meant as high praise in the Navy, although it’s being watered down now) for your artful tribute.
Hold fast your chickadees as they are the ones who bind, winds of memories rush through the sense of those so kind, to light the heart of those who linger thoughts of peace and love to find, restful moments in days of future past, your mourning to leave behind.
Chris to you and yours, only the best.
Great lessons on handling grief together. Love your point of view. Thanks for giving in this time.
Dad’s been gone 40 years now, but this still brings a tear to my eye.
WELL DONE, CHRIS!
My dad been gone 18 years but you still easily stirred the heart strings and tears.
Rest In Peace and take comfort in knowing he is in you and always will be
Well, I reckon it’s time to raise the flag back up to full staff…….
There are no words to describe the emotional connection I see depicted in this weeks response to a tragedy. Well done Sir! Prayers to you and yours! And To all of your followers as well. Cherish the memories!
My condolences. Nice work to bring forth the pride we have in our parents, and our love. They were giants.
Dad served in the 28th Infantry Div in WWII. One of the few southerners. Took him and mom on a road trip thru Luxembourg, met two families he befriended. Found the site of his last foxhole before he was captured at the Bulge. So glad I could do that. He’s gone now and sorely missed.
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