Faith on the Front Lines
Today is Veterans Day. I grew up an Army brat. After Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and the Fourth of July, the two days we remembered in our family were Veterans Day and Memorial Day. My father, Lt. General William W. "Buffalo Bill" Quinn, a West Point graduate, would recount stories of how important it was to support and remember those who had fought for our country.
My father was a great patriot. An Episcopalian, he was also a religious man. “God and Country” were not just words to him. This was his credo.
During World War II he served as the G2 or Intelligence Officer for the Seventh Army in Germany. He was there the day the Army liberated Dachau, one of the most infamous of the Nazi Concentration camps. He had his staff photographer take pictures of what they saw when they arrived and he had scrapbooks made up of those unimaginably horrific images.


