My Dad died in 2004. He didn't play for Texas. When he graduated from high school the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor, and he knew his time to play college ball was very limited. He was selected as one of the Eleven Iron Men of Texas his senior year of high school, so had his choice of schools. However, he said that the dynamics of college football were completely changed by the war.
He decided to go to Texas State, or, SWTSTC, where my mother was going to go to school (high school sweethearts). He had a great freshman season, saw my mother every chance he had, and volunteered immediately after his first semester. He always said they had submarines waiting for 19 year olds who were drafted, and he did not want to end up in a submarine.
He always loved the Longhorns. They were his favorite team. When we were kids, he would take us to Memorial Stadium, and we would sit in the Knothole. It was a blast!
I still miss him every day. The big C didn't get him. Heart failure did.
He decided to go to Texas State, or, SWTSTC, where my mother was going to go to school (high school sweethearts). He had a great freshman season, saw my mother every chance he had, and volunteered immediately after his first semester. He always said they had submarines waiting for 19 year olds who were drafted, and he did not want to end up in a submarine.
He always loved the Longhorns. They were his favorite team. When we were kids, he would take us to Memorial Stadium, and we would sit in the Knothole. It was a blast!
I still miss him every day. The big C didn't get him. Heart failure did.
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