Our little town has a Veteran's Day Parade and my agency is closed in honor of the day. Every year to date I've marched in Union Army regalia in honor of two great great grandfathers who served.

This year, I have a replica Royal Air Force battle jacket and am marching in honor of my father, a Montana boy, who volunteered for the RAF and was a flying sergeant until the US got their act together and he was transferred to the Army Air Corps as a 2nd Lt. and finished War 2 as a Captain.

He earned his bones at Dieppe and Kassarine Pass. After a couple years of combat they shipped him home to be an instructor of instructors. He seldom spoke of the war. He did sometimes brag when he was drunk that he'd get respect from his instructor students by taking them up and getting them airsick.

Me? Just a gentle cold warrior from the mid 60s who remembers a little bit about the M-14 Rifle...

Semper Fi,

Ron