Dad passed when I was 14 in a free driving accident. As I got older I always wished I could ask him questions about his life at my age.
Today I found an old leather pouch filled with stained documents...
It was all his records from his Navy Service. Squadron number and a list of the names he served with.
15 missions in a P3 Orion Airplane that searched for submarines.
With names, dates, and locations I feel like a part of me is no longer lost to history.
It's a wonderful weekend discovery. It feels like treasure touching this old stained paperwork from the 1960's
