My father served in Korea and Vietnam. He doesn't talk about his service very much because it was so darned bad. There's a Bronze Star in a bureau and some paperwork locked away in a box. But he's proud, and I'm proud of him, and thankful he came home to us.
My friend's husband served in Iraq and came home safely. He lost colleagues and friends at the Pentagon.
My classmate's father was one of the Vietnam POW's who never made it home.
Bad people who do bad things touch each of us. But thanks to good people who choose to do the right thing, we in America can live free.
I hope you appreciate just how good we have it.