05/25/2026
Today we honor those who served and are no longer with us. This is my dad, Lieutenant Colonel John E Turregano, USAF (Ret).
He is a veteran of three wars and the Cold War. Enlisting at 17 after his high school graduation in 1944, he celebrated his 18th birthday during Navy Basic Training. Trained as an Electricians Mate, he was assigned to PCE842 and was in Pearl Harbor on the day the Japanese surrendered. He completed Navy service after two years and using the GIBill, earned his BA in electrical engineering.
He joined the new USAF, wanting to be a pilot and earned his wings in 1953. While training as a night fighter/bomber Pilot in South Carolina in 1955, he had a crash, injuring his back so severely that doctors told him he would never walk again. He proved them wrong and met my mom in Sumter. They married in 1956.
Dad had a very unique career for a pilot, a path not taken by most. When I was born, he was building missile silos in Arizona. This means that he is one of the very few Air Force officers with both Command Pilot Wings and Command Missileer badge.
But he was a leader and wanted a command. The Air Force promised him that if he would learn to fly C130s, he would go to Vietnam and receive a Squadron. He wanted to be the ‘old Man’ in the unit - a sobriquet often given to esteemed leaders and commanders. Air Force politics interfered and he never received a squadron.
This did not prevent him from accepting difficult missions, flying and leading. He earned two Distinguished Flying Crosses in Vietnam, saving numerous lives and demonstrating his prowess as a pilot and leader.
And he did all that while working with Mom raising 5 kids through numerous
Moves around the world, nursing a broken back.
He passed while still young (he was 66 when he passed) and I regret he did not live to see the successes of all his grandchildren and great grandchildren.
We remember him today and everyday, not just because of Memorial Day, but because of his love of family, country, and duty. Those attributes and his genuine desire for the success of others, lead us to always treasure the ‘Old Man.’