Tuesday, June 28, 2005

My Yankee Doodle Daddy


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My dad, a Vietnam veteran, will serve as the Grand Marshal in the Kirskville, Mo., Fourth of July parade. His local ABC affiliate, KTVO, is calling him a Heartland Hero. Congratulations, Dad, but I did not need a news report to tell me that you're a hero. I've always known it. Click on the pictures above for a Windows Media video of the local news report.

Posted by Howard Lovy at 6/28/2005 06:41:00 PM

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Howard Lovy said...

This blog is in mothballs while I look for work, so the comments feature is turned off. But a reader asked that I post this item about my dad, which I'm happy to do. -- Howard

Congratulations to Grand Marshal Doc Lovy,

The older we get, the more time we seem to spend reliving the experiences of our lives.

The art of reminiscing allows us the luxury of filtering the events of our past. Most normal people (and Doc can explain normal) tend to remember only the happy things that happened in their lives. Such things as graduations, weddings, professional achievements, birth our children and grandchildren, etc.

I have lived a blessed life and have many such happy memories. There have been so many positive things that have happened in my life that it would be impossible to rank them.

However, if there was a ranking of my fondest memories, my friendship with Doc Lovy would be among the top.

It was my good fortune that CPT Lovy was my combat doctor. When he heard that I had been wounded and in spite of the dangers, he boarded the helicopter that came to my rescue. Battles were still raging as the helicopter landed to extract me from the battle area.

As the helicopter departed the battle area, my memory was forever marked by the bravery and courage of the soldiers in that battle. As the helicopter gained altitude, I could see the carnage of the battlefield below me. I felt many emotions. At some point the pain replaced the mournful thoughts of my soldiers with concerns that I would not survive.

As I was preparing my mind for the worst, I realized that it was not a medic working feverishly on my wounds and saying words of encouragement. It was the Battalion Surgeon, Doc Lovy. He was willing to join the battle in order to treat a wounded soldier.

Without a doubt, Doc Lovy is ranked at the top of my memories. But it doesn’t end here. My story is only one of many. Doc Lovy has touched an unknown number of lives.

Thank you, Doc Lovy


Joe R Alexander
Co A 3-506th Abn Bn 101st Abn Div
1967-1968

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