My dad was a hero. Even if he had never gone to war, he would have been a hero to me. He joined the Navy at seventeen years old and all the action he saw, as represented above, happened 6 to 9 years before I was born. If he had not made it, I wouldn't have known the difference, but he did and I'm here to remember the legacy that he and countless others left to us to live in the greatest country this world has ever known. I'm proud of him and the others for their sacrifices, as we celebrate another Memorial Day.
He was a member of what is called the "greatest generation"; I believe that. Ours, and succeeding generations will never live up to that title because we have been raised in privileged status. Never having to endure the hardships of life that a Great Depression delivers. But that is what builds character and an easy life can never do that.
Thank you, Dad, for what you did for me, and all that generation: I salute you, and God bless you.
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