Roger Auge II: My Father the Military Hero

On Father's Day when I was growing up, my Dad would play golf with some friends, do some work around the house and sit down me, my mother, brother and two sisters for dinner.  Dinner usually consisted of standing rib roast, mashed potatoes and peas or string beans and, of course, iced tea.  Dad would talk about golf which bored my mother and two sisters to pieces.  My brother, still a mid-seventies golfer today, loved the golf gab.  

The calm, normal family event on Father's Days in the...