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 »