This is a picture of my dad, with a rubbing of his name I took from a site honoring those who served in the military from my hometown.
My dad was in Vietnam when I was born, and I just enjoyed talking to him on the phone yesterday.
My close friend’s dad served in Vietnam, but she never got to know him. He died there when she was very young.
Today I am thankful for those who serve in the military. I do not hold lightly the hard-kept privilege of freedom and peace I enjoy every day.
And I choose to remember, with somber respect, those who served our country but did not come home.
…right hand over my heart.