"War. Huh. What is it GOOD for?"
At the height of the Vietnam War, my family, which consisted of my parents, Richard and Mary Shortt, their oldest child (me), my sister Tamara and my little brother Ricky, were transferred to Clark Air Force on Luzon Island, the Philippines. I was eight years old when we arrived, and ten years old when we left. Here we are in our off-base housing in 1966, a few months after we arrived in the Philippines. The occasion was my parents ninth wedding anniversary, which was on the 4th of July (And I'm writing this blog the day after the Fourth of July, 2017. If my parents were still alive, they would have celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary yesterday.) My father took this picture. My sister and I baked a chocolate cake with the assistance of Audrey, the young lady who is also in the picture. She helped my mother around the house, and looked after the three of us when my parents went shopping at the commissary or attended a function at the NCO Club (Non-Commissioned Officers). Mom is partially seen in this picture, holding the knife. I'm next to her, holding one of the candles. Ricky is peeking around me; Audrey is standing next to him, and Tam is enjoying the frosting from one of the candles.