Thinking of my dad
On Veterans Day, I think of my dad, O.B. Hughes. He began his military career in the 1930s in the horse cavalry in New Mexico. When horses gave way to tanks, he became a tanker.
He made the firstwave landing on D-Day in Normandy, Utah Beach, and was part of Patton’s 3rd Army that raced to rescue the solders trapped in the Battle of the Bulge. He was wounded twice during World War II. He also went to Korea in 1950 as part of the police action there. He was not wounded, but he did suffer from frozen feet. They bothered him the rest of his life.
He retired as a master sergeant in 1958. He passed away, still a hero to me, on Sept. 27, 1994.