My dad, Robert B. Eshelman, died when I was a month shy of my 5th birthday from lympo sarcoma. He had worked in chemical warfare and been accidentally gassed. His disease was linked to that.
I drive past the VA Hospital in Wilkes-Barre each time I return to Northeast Pa to see what's left of my extended family. It sits on top of a hill next to Rt. 81.
So, today, thanks to dad and to all the brave soldiers who kept and continue to keep us safe.