You should probably realize that I’m eighty-nine, so that gives you a perspective. When I grew up we didn't have television or a lot of other things that we all take for granted today. As a matter of fact, when I was growing up we still had horse carts delivering things in various neighborhoods. My father was a Navy Chief Petty Officer. That's like a Master Sergeant in the Army; it's the top-ranked enlisted man. He had been in the military pretty much all of his life. He ran away to the Spanish-American War when he was seventeen. He lied about his age and told them he was nineteen so they’d take him. He spent three years in the Philippines, during which time the Spanish were defeated at the Battle of Manila, which was a presage to what we have today. When the Americans threw the Spanish out, the Filipinos weren't all that interested in just trading them for Americans as colonial masters. They wanted to be independent so there was a Philippine insurrection led by a man named Aguinaldo. My father was in the 13th Minnesota Regiment, along with the Dakota regiments. Many of the senior enlisted men and officers were old Indian fighters who had fought the Sioux on the plains in the 1870s and 1880s, so they had experience in, as they put it, “good old fighting.”