My father was in the Army, during the Korean War. During his life he never talked about his service. When he came home from Korea, he and my mother married and he went about the business of living his life. Shortly before he died from cancer, he did talk to my mother a little about his service. One of the things he told her was he had been awarded 2 bronze stars, which he kept in the bottom of his underwear drawer. He also told her he wanted a military funeral (21 guns, flag folding ceramony, taps, the works). He said that he had many bullets fired at him over there. It didn't matter if technically it was a "conflict" and not a "war", there were alot of real bullets flying from both sides and that is WAR! I guess he figured he had earned the ceramony that goes with a military funeral. My father died on July 4, 1993 at the age of 60. He was buried with the military funeral he had requested. There were around 100 people at his grave side for the ceramony. Quite a feat for a town with a population of only 400 people. He was respected as a man of his word and a man of honor.
