Usually, I write about health care, but this Veterans Day, I’ll recall a few Army stories concerning my father, First Lieutenant Harold Graboyes. I’ll tell the stories, because he’s been gone for 20 years and can no longer share them himself.
In the peacetime draft preceding World War II, the recruiter asked him which service he would prefer. The Navy, he had heard, had better food, so he requested the Navy. Naturally, they put him in the Army and sent him to Camp Lee, Virginia, 25 miles south of Richmond.