Daddy was drafted in November 1944. I was born in March 1945 --The day he deployed was the day I decided to arrive.
By the time he returned, I was two and the only Daddy I knew was this photograph. I would carry it around and when asked where my Daddy was, I would run get the photo.
Daddy came home during the summer to a little girl who only knew the photograph. And so, poor Daddy wore his wool dress uniform jacket in the middle of the Texas heat so his little girl would squeal, “Daddy!” and run to him with open arms.