I Don't Know My Father

I knew very little of my father. Just the little bits my mom would tell me. It was the early '60's and being an unwed mother was not acceptable. My grandmother had decided I was to go up for adoption as soon as I was born. The day I came into this world my grandfather stepped in and saved me. My mom married when I was two and the man adopted me. I found out at age twelve the he wasn't my birth father. Over the years I pressured my mom for information about my dad with no success. It wasn't until my grandmother passed away that mom told me her story. She met him through a friend. He was a young officer in the air force. They had a short fling of young lust before he got deployed. My grandmother never let my mom speak of him or contact him. The man never knew I existed. I never cared much to find out anything because it was pointless. Then I recently had a talk with my mom and got some information out of her. I learned today that his name is on the wall at the Vietnam war memorial in Washington, D.C. After all these years now I know and wish he would of had the chance to know me.