[Psitticine]

My dad served in Korea. He managed to get home in one piece, more or less, but he never forgot about his buddies who didn't.

He finished his degree and became a psychologist. When the Vietnam War was going on, he opened our home as a sort of halfway house for the returning soldiers and volunteered a lot of his time towards helping them as best he could.

I was born in '70 and so I don't remember too much about those years, but I do remember some of the faces, and the pain they carried. And I'm sure I'll be thinking about them once again this Memorial Day.

Dunno what my point here is, except maybe to say that even though I've lived most of my life in peacetime, I'll never have any doubts about the measure of sacrifice involved in being a veteran or how lucky we should count ourselves to have such men and women among us.