Singing and memories

Memorial Day, this week, reminded me of the special services we either watched on TV or went to and the "armed service medley."  Dad was in the Army Air Corp, and so was his brother, which became the Air Force.  He would always stand when the Air Force music was played - even when he had to hold onto his walker to be able to stand and stay standing.  He usually only sang the first part of the first verse..."off we go...."

At one point he had to have surgery for blocked vessels (artery?) in his neck.  We had to be at the hospital EARLY to get him registered.  As usual he gave everyone a hard time but that is a story for another day.  What I was reminded of this week, with the music, is how he was singing the Air Force hymn that day.  The nurses had everything ready, the doctor had been in and talked to us, so they were wheeling Dad out to the surgery.  As they were wheeling him out of the room and down the hall he started singing.  Yup, you could hear him.  "Here we go into the wild blue yonder...."  

Thankfully the nurses thought it was funny.  Like I say...  Sometimes you have to laugh or you will start screaming!