Today I take time to remember a couple of military heroes in my life.
September 1957. My father. He drove tanks during his stint in the Army.
Date unknown. Time and place: WWII, Nazi occupied Italy. My grandfather earned multiple purple hearts, a bronze star, and was made a Distinguished Member of the Regiment. John Wayne, as great as he was, was a wuss in comparison. Here's the real deal, folks.
God bless all who have served, and who have fallen, in the name of freedom.