I can't say "Happy Veteran's Day"... ...because it isn't "that kind of holiday" . We are supposed to remember and honor the sacrifices made by our ancestors. My father (affectionately called "Dickie") flew 50+ missions in Italy during WWII along with his twin brother. He rarely spoke of it, but over time I realized what a profound influence it had on his life. In his final years, he was convinced that I was in his squadron with him - even thought I wasn't born until 1951. Thank you for your service Dickie - and Uncle Bill. Even though you are both gone, we all owe you a huge debt of gratitude! ...and yes, I am blubbering like a baby and miss him terribly even though he became a huge PITA!