That is what I facetiously
call Veteran's Day. I always say it is my one day each year where I say "good for me." It means an awful lot this year, as I have now been home from OIF for all of 48 hours.
One reason I was glad to get back before today was that my children's school does a Veteran's Day assembly, and the kids can have us drop by classrooms and answer questions afterwards. I was joined by two gentlemen from earlier conflicts:
The kids questions ranged from slightly goofy to fairly well asked. I was glad to be able to do my part in answering them.
On a more serious note, I think I now rank somewhere in the middle of the family military pantheon. None of us comes close to Jack Devore Dunn, an astonishingly heroic flyer in WWII. And, of course, I still have my favorite veteran to thank: