My grandfather, a European immigrant, fought in the US Army in WWI. My Dad fought in WWII. Many of my friends fought in Vietnam. What do they have in common? First, that they hate war. Second, they refuse to relate or remember the horrors of war they experienced. The remembrance of the horror is just too painful.
Every Memorial Day I visit my Dad’s grave at Ft. Logan National Cemetery. Boy Scouts adorn each grave with a flag.
On this Veteran’s Day, we can all give thanks for those who have given so much for us.