Having war in our national conscious brought me to contemplate my fathers generational conflict, WWII. Dad served as commander of a small wooden minesweeper in the South Pacific. On several occasions, his was the only operable shallow draft vessel prior to an invasion. Sometimes they sent the minesweepers in to draw fire. This allowed the large ships to target the gun emplacements. The large shells would pass through his ship without exploding. My fathers experience was a terrifying adventure that has left us with a lifetime of stories. This is my tribute.