I’ve spent the past two weeks with family back in my hometown area. Much of that time was with my father, who is now ninety. One of the topics that came up was his years of service during World War II, during which he served on a frigate in the North Atlantic as a member of the Coast Guard. Some of his stories were funny ones–you know, the adventures of a young guy out in the big, wide world for the first time. The few he’d share about actual combat action gave me a whole new perspective of my father and what his generation went through. He still has his uniform, and we also found his service metals.
So today, I hope we all take the time to think about those who have defended our country in the past and those who continue to do so today. Keep those folks in your thoughts and prayers–they deserve far more thanks than we can ever give them.