My Father Amongst Dragon’s Teeth in WW II

My Dad Amongst Dragon's Teeth in WW II

A picture of my father, age nineteen, standing by a field of Dragon’s teeth while fighting by The Siegfried Line. Nearly his entire troop was replaced three times during the war. He was one of three men who survived from the original troop.

“Dragon’s teeth were used by all sides in the European Theatre. The Germans made extensive use of them in the Siegfried Line and the Atlantic Wall. Typically, each “tooth” was 90 to 120 cm (3 to 4 ft) tall depending on the precise model. Land mines were often laid between the individual “teeth”, and further obstacles constructed along the lines of “teeth” (such as barbed wire to impede infantry, or diagonally placed steel beams to further hinder tanks). The French army employed them in the Maginot Line, while many were laid in the United Kingdom in 1940–1941 as part of the effort to strengthen the country’s defences against a possible German invasion.”

Souce: Wikipedia

For The Grammar Freaks Out There (like me): Among vs. Amongst

“Amongst is a variant of among. There is no difference between them. While amongst is fairly common—though still rare compared to among—in British, Australian, and Canadian English, it is rare in American English and may even have an archaic ring.The -st at the end of amongst is a holdover from a period of English in which sounds were added to words (usually nouns) to make adverbs. Other examples of words inflected this way include alwaysoncewhence, and unawares, and there are a few other -st adverbs such as whilst and amidst.”


Father’s Day


Me and my father.  Mantoloking, N.J., 1967.

It’s been nearly twenty years since my father died, and he’s still at the forefront of my mind. My father taught me many important life lessons. By being successful in business, he showed me the importance of perseverance and hard work. He was a reserved, understated man, who showed his love, compassion and generosity by taking care of our family and making sure we were happy. Material possessions weren’t important to him. During the summer, one of his greatest pleasures was walking Bonnie, our chubby yellow Labrador Retriever, along the beach.  According to him, this is where he conjured up his best thoughts.

My father was always a bit of a puzzle to me. On typical gift giving times, such as birthdays or Christmas, he insisted that I not buy him anything. He said he already had everything he needed.

I never realized how many lives he touched until I saw hundreds of people show up at his wake. People that I’ve never met, introduced themselves and told me how much my father helped their family, by paying bills, giving a family a car or helping someone get a job.

The best gifts we can give or receive are the ones we can’t see. I wish more people would understand this concept.

Dad, I love and miss you very much. Happy Father’s Day.