His name was Jack Dachman and he is my hero. You probably never heard or knew of him unless you are family. He was the youngest of four boys and we always looked out for him being the so called "baby brother".
You won’t find him in record books but he enlisted to serve our country honorably as a veteran of the Korean War. He went into the service slightly overweight but after basic training he became one of the country’s finest soldiers. When Jack came home on furlough we saw him in his uniform looking as if he were the poster man for the Army. After serving almost two years in Korea he was honorably discharged.
With one exception he never talked about what he went through and saw. A North Korean soldier penetrated the lines. Either he would kill my brother and possibly others or my brother had to kill the soldier, possibly saving other members of his squad.
Our baby brother for whom his older brothers looked out for him was a real hero not only to the USA but to his family. After discharge he met his future wife and they had three children. He found his calling in the shoe business and managed a ladies shoe store somewhere on Wabash Avenue in Chicago’s loop. Using his skills learned in the Army he was disciplined in his work and his life. Every year he would fill out his income tax form and did it proudly. So he blended into the fabric of society raising a family with love and devotion to his children and above all his wife.
One day he wasn’t feeling well. He was diagnosed with a weakened heart and required open heart surgery. In future years he needed open heart surgery several more times. He was then hospitalized for a simple gall bladder operation. There has always been a question as to whether or not he was sent home too early after it. Later, home from the hospital he took a nap and fell asleep. That’s it. He fell asleep never to awaken again.
His obituary read "and a Korean War Veteran". He received an honor guard to the funeral site at Westlawn Cemetery. To this day when his three surviving brothers get together we always have the table set for four in his honor and devotion to his Country. Rest in peace "baby brother", it was you who looked out for your older brothers.
His memory lights the corners of my mind and I hope yours too!