Growing up as Lewis Robinson’s son was an honor for Robby. Although his parents were divorced, he would spend summers with his father. At 14, Robby switched living arrangements by spending summers with his mom and living with his dad. Lewis was in the military and flew bombers during World War II, Korea and Vietnam.

Robby had dreams of following in his father’s footsteps, but because he didn’t have perfect vision, being a pilot was out of the question. So Robby set his sights on West Point Military Academy. After being accepted to West Point, Robby enjoyed talking with his father as an adult, as a man.

During his junior year, tragedy struck. Robby received word that his father had been shot down and was MIA. Over the next year, several Officers would pull him aside and tell him that his father was shot down in Laos and that he had saved the lives of the guys on the ground. Fifteen months after graduation, Robby arrived in Vietnam as a 2^nd Lieutenant with L Company 75^th Infantry. He returned for his second tour as a Captain.

A few years ago, Robby received a call telling him they might have found his father’s remains – did he have any dental records? He didn’t and the matter hit a dead end. He was contacted again this year asking him if his father had a living sibling – yes, a sister – her DNA revealed they had indeed found his father. In August, 1999, Robby flew to Hawaii and escorted his father back onto American soil and buried him at Arlington National Cemetary. Lewis Robinson was finally home.