My father was not an American hero and yet he was. In 1944, he found himself being shipped off to war, to the Pacific, from the Philippines to Okinawa. HBO's miniseries, "The Pacific," has reminded me once again what my father had to endure. The actors look so much like him, I see him and I'm in shock and in awe. I'd like to think these few photos are of his good days. Laying on the beach, smoking his pipe on a break from work duty or on leave posing in his uniform. I have left out the horrible photos of death and destruction and there are many. When he returned to the United States he came back suffering with nightmares, thin, and with a skin disorder he called Jungle Rot. When my father returned he also came back proud. Now at 88 years old with shadows that were once memories he is a hero, an American hero.