My Dad, is called "The Old Guns". Marine Drill Instructor and Senior Drill Instructor, 3 tours in Vietnam, loves to play poker and bass fish, smoked a pipe, and has never smiled in a photograph. He's intimidating. (Just ask my wife, and my sister-in-law) But, when you get to know him, his heart is as big as all outdoors, loves babies, his family, and generous to a fault. He demanded I show respect to those who deserved it and "everyone deserves respect". He was strict when I was growing up, but never restrictive. He always told me "do what you have to do", "never start a fight... but always finish it." So in the third grade when I got sent home from school for fighting... he busted my butt, then he took me out for ice cream, because I didn't start the fight but, I finished it.
He's a lurker here sometimes... But, he'll never post.
He gave me this, my most cherished possession: