Today I have had Papa on my mind. Papa Mix was my father-in-law. He was born in Oklahoma. His sister, who was just 4 years older, was born when Oklahoma was still a territory. By the time Papa was born, it had become a state. He had an interesting life ~ never graduated from high school, a fact he never told his son until his son had his PhD. He made money as a boxer and a ball room dancer. One day he heard the call of God and went to seminary and became a preacher.
In the fall of 1941, he signed up for a year’s stint as an army chaplain. On the 7th of December, on the way home from service, he heard the news. He went upstairs, put on his full uniform, brought down his helmet, strapped some gear to his belt (I don’t know if that included a gun - I’m not sure if chaplains carried them), kissed his family good-bye and said he wasn’t sure when he would return. Mama and their 7 year old son returned to Texas and Papa sailed for England and the war.
He served with distinction, being honorably discharged close to the end of the war. He was in a unit under the command of General George S. Patton who was heard to comment after an inspection tour, “Even the G * * d* * * chaplain is a soldier.” Thanks for your years as a soldier, Papa!