Commentary: My dad embraced danger to save his life

As a child in Salt Lake City, I’d bring artwork and Father’s Day cards home from school, and my dad always said “good job!” But soon I’d find them crumpled in the trash. I was so disappointed.It wasn’t until years later when I learned more about his life in Vietnam and his harrowing escape that I understood why my dad easily let go of material things.At 25, my dad had never known anything but war.He remembers digging bomb shelters and hiding in them as routine