Thank you Kathy.

The horrors of WWII turned my father into an alcoholic and this was
responsible for my horrible childhood. He was a master builder of
bombs and was stationed on Midway Island, The US half. When
he was standing guard duty, he witnessed his friends brutally
killed by Japanese Samuri. The men who did survive were never
again the same. There are more causualties of war than counting
the fallen, but I commend you for this.

I also lost friends in Vietnam while I was in the US Army.

Every 4th of July, I put out the flag that was draped over
my fathers casket after he died of a heart attack. His
WWII friends gave him a 21 gun military funeral in Battle Creak,
Michigan, and I preached the service.

Those of us that have suffered the grief and loss of war seldom
talk about it because it brings up so many memories that
we would rather leave burried.

I know the families of the fallen are grateful when honor is
given for thier loved ones. Nothing can bring them back,
but honor is due for thier sacrifice.