1968 — Indianapolis
This man is my father, a true hero in my mind. My name is Jack, he called me Jackson. He was the only one whom could do that. My sisters name was Bernice.
He loved me, and my sister, when he did not have too, he gave us a chance to have a life, by showing us right and wrong. It makes me sad to see, many of the ideas he taught me, the world has forgotten.
He is a war hero to me, he lived with war wounds all his life.
He was far from perfect, but he stood taller than any other man, I ever met.
I am proud to call him DAD.
I can only hope, your DAD, was half as good as mine. He did a mans job, and never broke his word.