Father, Where art thou?
Father, Where art thou? "I wish I could find my dad's number so I could call him up and say, 'F@#$ You Dad!' and then I would just hang up," said 1st Lt Marquette. It wasn't exactly the sentiment I was expecting the Monday after Father's day. Just the day prior I was fully saturated in praise, thanksgiving, and adulation from my wife, five kids, in-laws, and siblings. I even had a 10sh minute conversation with my dad on the phone (I can count on two hands the number of times I do that in a given year) and expressed gratitude for his example and what he had taught me. I was prepared to hear similar conversations and odes around the table. Around me sat fellow Emergency War Order (EWO) Planners in the EWO vault at F.E. Warren AFB where I was stationed. Instead, I saw pain, anger, abandonment, and apathy haunting their eyes. I would be lying if I said those had never haunted me. Like many, my relationship with my father is...complex. My fathe