So, Dad. It’s Memorial Day once more. A reminder of all of the questions left unasked, all of the solutions by no means shared ... particularly by a daughter who would someday develop into a journalist. It wasn’t ack ack or flak or bullets that killed my father, a U.S. Army Air Corps B-24 Liberator gunner bombing a Japanese island once I was born, a battle hero who was awarded the celebrated Distinguished Flying Cross. Dad survived 4 years of battle solely to succumb to open coronary heart surgical procedure when he was solely 63 years previous, the results of years of smoking cigarettes, emphysema, and utilizing “suspect” fertilizer on one in every of his bountiful gardens