I remember as a kid asking my Dad about Vietnam.
He told stories like the time he and a buddy crossed a bridge in a jeep, then it blew up. He described what it’s like to have people shooting at you. He described survival training.
It was hard to believe this was the same person who took me to the movies, went camping and coached my little league team.
We didn’t talk about it often. It’s not campfire story material. But after all these years, I remember these stories.
So today, I thank my Dad, all of the men and women in my family who served and everyone in the Armed Forces, for protecting our country so that a father or mother can still take their kid to the movies, or go camping, or coach a little league team.