In honor of Veteran's Day, I wanted to talk about my grandfather. My grampa was a tank commander in the U.S. Army's 752 Tank Battalion. He served in Italy from 1944-46. I try to make an effort every Veteran's Day to thank him for his service to our country during that time.
In my mind, WWII was the last time that we, as Americans, were confident in and clear about our military mission. Our soldiers knew they were fighting to keep those who couldn't fight for themselves, like Baby W (above), safe from fascism.
I'll see my grampa on Sunday, at which time I'll give him a big hug and thank him for giving almost everything for this country. In the meantime, thank you, Grampa!