My father grew up in humble surroundings as a Depression-era kid. He was the first in our family to graduate college, and then he joined the Air Force and became a fighter pilot. When he was posted to Germany as a junior officer in the late 1950s, he splurged and bought himself a Rolex. He was so proud of that watch. Later, while serving in Vietnam, he had a routine before he took off on each of his more than 150 missions, just in case he didn’t return.