Hi Eric!
I was goofing around online & typed FABYUNKEY into google & come across my dad’s pictures on your site. How are you doing?
I don’t remember if I told you or not, but my nephew, Bryan, went into the Marine Corps. He served three tours in Iraq. I kind of feel bad for the (I want to say boy because I took care of him when he was little, but he’s a grown up man now) guy. He called me up one evening all distressed because he is suffering from PTSD & he’s being treated for it at the VA where he lives. He thinks, and I can’t convinve him otherwise, that Dad (his granddad) would be disappointed in him for not being able to get a handle on himself without help from others. I know my dad was a rough character & I know that he was relatively unbendable at times, but I also know that my dad would want his grandson to be at peace and not be tormented by the demons of war like he was. Bryan served the Corps proudly and might have to go back…he actually seems pleased that they might want him active again. The called him up for an evaluation to see if he was fit for duty & he should be hearing about that soon.
I know I haven’t been in touch in a very long time. However, I just want to tell you all how appreciative & greatful I am for you. Without the Marines that served with my dad I would not have been raised by him. I would not have had someone to color with me every night at 8 p.m. (Dad would get after me for the next part…) I wouldn’t have had someone to help me study Shakespeare’s Macbeth at home during high school. I would not have had anyone to teach me how to punch or kick. I would not have had anyone to teach me the saying that has gotten me through every tough moment in my life, “Chin up, chest out, & march through the day like you own it daughter.” I would not have known the joy of listening to Eddie Arnold & standing on top of my dad’s feet while he danced me around the living room. I would not have known my dad. So, really…thank you, thank you, thank you.
Love & hugs,
Linda
Here’s is a photo of Gunny Fabyunkey. I used to call him Yosemetieitie Sam because he had that huge mustache.