I grew up in a military family. My dad was in the air force for 21 years and even though he got out only a few years after I was born, he ran his home like the military. We got up early (WE didn't dare to burn daylight) and we worked hard. We respected authority and didn't talk back to our superiors. To say that I didn't appreciate it at the time would be an understatement. Looking back on it though (ah, that hindsight) I realize how this shaped me as a person. I am never late. In fact, I would say that 99% of the time I am early. This annoys me but it's a good thing as well. I have a good work ethic. My dad always taught me that anything worth doing was worth doing right. Last but not least my dad instilled in me a great love for my country and for those that serve or have served it.
If you know me, you know that my father was far from perfect. However, he did love me and he loved his country. Today is the 6th anniversary of my fathers death. I always thought it was appropriate that he died on Veterans Day. He was a true American. He served his country with all his might and he loved it. I'm thankful that he helped me to truly appreciate the freedoms that we have and to appreciate those who fought/fight to keep them.
Thank you Dad. Thank you to all those who selflessly give everything, including their lives, to keep this great country free. I appreciate and love all of you. God Bless America!!