759 My dear father, Orson Pratt Miles, passed away 41 years ago today. He was a World War I Veteran, and disabled most of his life. Great man!
Today I want to honor my father, Orson Pratt Miles. He was born in St. George, Utah on September 7, 1891, and saw this town from basically the pioneer days. He received a pension for being disabled, after his time in World War I, and being on the front lines there. He was such a gentle soul, and seeing people dying around him, and having to take someone else's life was just too much for him to handle, and be normal after that time. My father, a true gentleman who always wore a tie, and a hat when he went outside! A repost of blog # 37, which I first posted on December 14, 2013. This post is a bit longer than most. It tells of my father, Orson Pratt Miles's time in the army, and the heart touching story just before he died. In 1987, Mavis’ son Russell was living with Ruth Miles, his grandmother, attending Dixie College. He was in the “middle bedroom” and in cleaning out the closet he found an old box. It contained, among other things, a small journal
