What an honour!

I became acquainted with a great man today. Mr. B is a soft-spoken, gentle man born in the early-/mid-1920s. He obviously grew up in the Great Depression. When he graduated from high school, he served in World War II fighting the war in Europe. He told me that they waited in Ireland and England until the invasion -- he was involved in the invasion at Omaha Beach. From there, he eventually moved on into Germany. After his return, he met and married his bride of now 50 years. He has also served in a school district for a decade or two. He is actively involved in the lives of his descendants spanning 4 generations.

Folks, if you ever have the honour of meeting someone from that great generation, make sure you at least shake their hand if you can't spend the time to hear their stories. That great generation is fast disappearing and it will be a loss for society if we don't take some time to learn from their lives. I have the utmost respect for them -- how they have lived, what they have done, and just the class of their distinguished lives. It is a tremendous honour to meet a WWII veteran -- it is by their blood and the blood of their fallen comrades that set the world free from tyranny. Their sacrifice have enabled generations to grow up in a much difference world. Do not take it for granted -- freedom is never free.

To all military veterans of all ages: Thank you! **Salute**