A Father’s Day Special: a Exquisite Account of a Brave Father Who Left Unforgettable Marks
There is a story we all preferred to hear as children, and that was the one about how my gallant Dad got his face covered with scars. I will recount to you the storey at the end of this tribute, a tribute to the greatest dad a young lady could ever have. His death at the early age of fifty four occurred as a shock especially when his designation for the hospital was to have a plaster cast removed only to have him dropped dead in the waiting room.
Although our his death came suddenly, the fondest of memories still held a strong presence in my mind for twenty-six years. If I could wrench the clock back - I would tell him how sorry I was for the times I took him for granted but unfortunately that self-reproach will be carried to my grave where I know being the good man that he was will be ready and waiting for me at the pearly gates with open arms full of forgiveness.
They say the good die young and that is what has helped to ease the gall I felt towards the man up above for taking dad so soon.Why are dads special - why is my dad more exceptional than all other dads, simply because people view the word special in many different ways. So what do I see different in dad that makes him so special?
Dad functioned in the military for thirty-four years along side an army of Fathers Day Gifts. He was assigned in Hong Kong when this story took place. The alarm set into motion the evacuation of families living outside the camp to look for asylum in the camp at once.
Eight of us were crowded in the rear of an army wagon with only pillows used for protection. We readily followed the order to keep our heads down - the Chinese riot mobs were appearing up from the ditches that lined the route back to the barracks amply armed with all kinds of killing tools - 21 rocks went in the wagon on the travel back to camp.
The convoy of trucks that accompanied behind and stopped - now became burning wrecks.You can only guess what the truck and the driver looked like when a barrage of boulders were thrown into the front portion of the wagon. Army officers didn’t give a medal of bravery to the driver. The reason was due to a technicality that he wasn’t suppose to drive that day so the credit was presented to the incorrect man who was sitting up in front.
Until now, I still wonder if we could have lasted that day were it not for the drivers who disobeyed the rules in order to preserve us.
The outcome of that horrifying day was a truck with no windscreen a driver with no face and eight living bodies that lived to recount the story - so now you have the conclusion to my story why those millions of dents and marks, scarred us for life with special memories of dear old dad.
