It’s breaking like a beautiful Memorial Day even as we somberly consider those whose days ended giving for us their last great measure. I have my flag up, Old Glory went up at the break of dawn. I would consider myself a patriot, I certainly love American and Tennessee and have tried to raise my children appropriately. Betty’s parent’s family served honorable in WW II, her father shipped out from San Francisco to fight in the Pacific Theater across all the islands ending in Hiroshima Japan. Her mom’s brothers all fought in the European Theater, her Uncle Joe Zitnick, a fighter pilot, was shot down and killed over Belgium. My sister’s husband, Jan Jaggers, was an artilleryman in Vietnam, and my beloved neighbor, Mr. Lanny Edwards was a door gunner in a Huey in that same war. God has granted this old red neck enough grace that even now I strain to keep the tears behind my eyes as I consider how many have given so much for me and mine. I raise my heart to all of you! I and my family will never forget you for what you did for all of us. May your Memorial Days always be a remembering of us of you. Thank You!!!
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