My father was a loving person. He tried to help who ever he could. He loved his wife and children. And his sisters. He worked and took care of his family as best as he could.

He served in the United States Army. He was in World War II and was only 16 years old. He loved his country and fought to served it. He drove a tanker truck. He was in the Battle of the Bulge and was in the invasion from the first day.