It's a dreary day here in Minnesota, as we honor all the brave men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice so we could be free. My mind wanders back to my fathers experiences during WWII in Africa and Europe. Dad was one of the lucky ones-he came home. Heck, if he hadn't, I wouldn't be typing this. A box of pictures, some trinkets taken in the field, and his ribbons, and two Purple Hearts, awarded for injuries sustained in combat. That, and his gravestone are all that's left besides the memories.
Lest we ever forget those that laid down their lives for us. We owe some very much to these patriots. One wonders how we can ever repay the huge debt we owe.
To our many vets here on the fire, a sincere Thank You for your sacrifices, and a job well done.
To those no longer with us, Rest In Peace dear friends and comrades.
