My Dad was a WWII vet, serving in the Pacific as a Radio Man. He died on Veteran Day in 1995. I pulled a high number during the Viet Nam years when the draft was by lottery. Went down and took the physical to join the Navy but never made it to the swaring-in, having a last minute change of heart.

Just one man's story. Sounds like yours has been been rougher, and I'm sorry for that.

Each year that goes by makes me more respectbul for our vets. They go in harms way for us and we owe them more then just a day.

Dan