There is a picture above my desk of my brother in uniform. Doug was 13 years older than I and was kind of a second dad. He spent 30 years in the military and never once talked about it. He saw action in World War two beginning Dec. 8th, 1941. He flew missions during the police action in both the Korean and Nam campaigns. When he took off his wings in 1971 he didn’t fit that well with society. At that time, no one really appreciated vet’s the way they should. If he were around today, I would give him a big hug, shake his hand and thank him for his service. It would be a good idea for us to thank vets, not just on this special day Saturday but to do it all year long. These guys and gals deserve it.
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