Memorial Day honors all those who died while wearing our uniform. Bless them all.
Grandad was a mule skinner (took care of mules and horses carting artillery) in France during WWI, Dad chased Rommel during WWII, through North Africa and landed with Eisenhower in Sicily and then Italy, As well, the pilots, navigators, and EWOs in our squadron, shot down over Laos/Vietnam and all the Vietnam vets with whom I now mentor younger vets in a court alternative program.
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