While I was going through some of my mom's old photos recently, I came across a sketch that my dad drew of a fellow soldier during World War II (he must have sent it to my mom -- she was a Navy nurse at the time).
I love the sketch for many reasons. Most of my dad's drawings and paintings from WWII are more serious -- including a few combat paintings.
(Judging from the date, January 1944, this is before he got into the thick of things. Less than a year later, he narrowly escaped the Nazis in the Battle of the Bulge.)
I sense that the sketch captured daily life in the barracks in those days -- falling asleep in uniform from exhaustion, with cap and boots still on. The bayonet hanging nearby. And that wonderful sign.
I love my father's artistic talent -- I think I can almost hear his friend Dave snoring.
I love my dad's sense of humor. He died when my brother and I were kids, so I think we must have inherited it, rather than it rubbing off.
I know this post isn't really nature-oriented, but...
In honor of Veterans Day, here's to everyone who has served our nation -- including my mom and dad.