My father, a WWII and Korea veteran, passed away ten years ago this evening. [View All]

[A HERETIC I AM]

Sperry, like many young men in his era, enlisted in the Navy in 1942 at the age of 17. He was trained as a Corpsman, and was stationed on a Hospital ship that traveled all over the Pacific theater, including a stint in the Philippines. After the war he went to Australia, where he made his living as a truck driver. In early 1950, he returned to his native Connecticut where he met my mother. He worked various odd jobs, among them as a lobsterman in Long Island Sound. When Korea came around, he re-enlisted in the Navy again, but this time became attached to the Marine Corps and trained as a Field Medic. After Korea, his extensive military medical training caught the eye of recruiters at the Central Intelligence Agency and he went to work for "The Company" in 1956, where he spent 25 years serving our country as an administrator. Of those 25 years, 12 of them were spent in 5 overseas assignments, 3 of which I was present - Saipan, in the Mariana Islands, Athens, Greece and Alice Springs, Australia.

My dad was a good man. He died as a result of brain damage suffered from a stroke that occurred 9 years and 363 days ago.

A member of "The Greatest Generation" to be sure.

Here's to ya, Dad. I miss you.