The president disgusts me.  Once again, he is failing to honor the men who managed to pull off that righteous thumping known as D-Day.

My Dad was not part of D-Day.  He was a P-51 Mustang pilot, stationed in England, so he was basically eating lamb chops with mint jelly while that action was going down.  Still, he is a hero.  He is MY hero.  Or rather, he was.  He passed away last year.  He did do his part, though, when the chips were down and performance mattered.

I listen to the Billy Ray Cyrus song Some Gave All fairly often:  read more »