I can't imagine the kind of life my father lived growing up. Born in 1924, spent his teens during the Great Depression, enlisted in WWII. Came home, got his degree, became a deputy sheriff, an engineer, a judge, a husband and a father.
He was one of thousands who served his country, and another who is no longer with us.
I've written of my father many times on this blog--perhaps more than any other single person.
And I'll most likely keep doing it.
Today, our country honors those who served. They lived a life and paid a price we can't understand. I'll be forever grateful to them for it.
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