Veterans’ Day is every day.
The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, my grandfather survived to go home. A young Lieutenant in the Army Air Service, he flew observation balloons over the front to call in artillery and relay battlefield intelligence. Before him, his father road with Teddy Roosevelt an participated in the assault on San Juan Hill. His Father and uncles served in the war between the states and before that, their great grandfather was an Oneida scout for the Continental Army.
My own father, Price Henry, highly decorated fighter pilot and experimental test pilot. The boys serve, Nils, 82nd Airborne and the 173rd Airborne Combat Brigade. Justin a Marine Lieutenant in flight training. The young people who serve now are the best and brightest stars we have ever had. Our finest generation. They are all volunteers and serve in a time when very few take on the responsibility of military service.
The young men an women who serve in the military are the best and brightest we have. They go into harms way nearly every day while we carry on in our lives unaware of the danger our service members often face. I am so thankful for their dedication and sacrifice to protect our liberties.