When Pearl Harbor was bombed, my father wanted to go to war in the worst way; but being the only son on the farm and with my grandfather dead, he could not go. I was born in 1944—the oldest of five children—when other families were losing sons, fathers, and brothers (mixed blessings of both sadness and happiness). I was raised approximately 90 miles southwest of Wichita, Kansas on a farm between Sharon and Nashville, Ks. Most of my growing up years was on the farm learning responsibilities and the love that only can come from a close family and not so close neighbors.

My dad moved the family to western Kansas in my senior year where I met and married, my husband, Dewey. When Dewey was drafted, he chose to enlist as an engineer.  We spent two years in Germany before Dewey was “levied” and sent to Viet Nam for a year.  I flew home and landed in New York during the anti-war riots and general unrest; then spent the next year praying for the safety of my husband. It is hard to stay positive when you are subjected to the bitterness and hate openly expressed by the anti-war demonstrators; to be on the other side—soldier-side was confusing—wondering if you are on the right side. Where were honor, respect and love for your country?  Of being able to give your all for a country so blessed and so awesome you don’t think twice about the end results. So where is pride in old Glory, our American flag?  Where is our love for our freedom? Questions do continue—yet, in your heart, you know that you and every other service person are right.  We are Americans.

We have two children, both married. And we have two granddaughters which we are very proud of.  God has woven His love throughout their lives as well as protecting us and guiding us.

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Sherry Polf Interview