TODAY IS ANOTHER day that causes me to think how different my life might have been if my dad (at left, RIP) was born three years ahead of his older sister. That would have placed him right in the middle of World War II as an infantryman, perhaps in time for D-Day. As things unfolded, Dad walked Germany three years after the last round fell. He helped repressurise the kegs at his newly-adopted local Gasthaus down the street from Ellwangen Kaserne. When he prepared to hang up his hospital gear and turn in his canteen on 27 June 1950, President Truman announced that the US Army and US Navy would respond to a United Nations request and deploy to South Korea. Two of my uncles went. They operated bulldozers in minefields before returning to Iowa to farm.