Chari L. House talks about his father
My father was 27 years one month (7/5/17) when he was killed in action at either Plouguer, France (per the day by day report on Troop C) or Carhaix, France (as reported by Charles Barbour the 86th Historian who wrote a book called "Mount Up" and can be found at: www.erols.com/barbourm/brittany).
My father was also an orphan, losing his mother a couple of months after his birth. Since he was an infant, his father couldn't care for him, so he was raised between his surviving three sisters and one brother until he enlisted in the Army in September, 1934.
In 1941, he convinced my mother that they should get married and ten months seven days later he would become a father of a baby girl, his only child. His pride and joy, as now he had a family of his own, as told to me by my mother.
I only knew my father for 17 months before he was shipped overseas in 1944, so I have no memories.
Mother told me stories of him and how he loved me, and I have read a few letters he wrote home. These stories have kept my love for him alive to this day.
I have had a very difficult time accepting him being buried on foreign soil, but thanks to the founder of the American World War II Orphans Network, and fellow members, I have accepted that I cannot bring him home and that he is not alone, but with those who fell before and after him. Some day I hope to visit his grave, to say good-bye.
After all these years, I have finally started breaking down the wall of silence by asking questions of my mother, surviving members of the 86th , and a close friend who was stationed with Dad at Camp Cooke and were good friends of both Mother and Dad.
My mother never really accepted his death that was part of her love for him. Wanting to accept anything other than the finality of his life. Some day they will be together again.
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