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Thanks.
On Memorial Day, I will be at a Trapshoot, and they will start the day with the National Anthem.
As I do every single time, I will cry.
Another note: Both my parents were WWII vets, and my mother always got a stripe before my father did. She was in Special Services, the in-uniform USO if you will.
He drove trucks. In Belgium. During a little thing they called the Battle of the Bulge. They called it the Red Ball Express. I didn't realize until after he had died what that really, really meant.
They're gone now.
Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad.
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