I want to thank all of you who wished me a happy birthday.
I celebrated Memorial Day and my birthday by visiting my father's grave in Gardner, Massachusetts and the Veteran's Cemetery in Winchendon, Massachusetts. What better way to celebrate a birthday than to spend it honoring some of those who died so that I could celebrate another birthday in a free country! Those who take freedom for granted will not understand my gratitude. But they are poorer for it.
To my father up there in the sunlit hills of Heaven, I love you dad. And I have not forgotten the lessons you taught me. God first. And always: Duty, honor, country. The first as his guide, the second he applied, for the third he died.
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Bravery sometimes is a sad song.
And few there are who sing it. God bless.
"Their bodies are buried in peace, but their name liveth for evermore." (Ecclesiasticus 44:14).
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