Drink to the dead while you're still alive, for we shall join them in good time

Here's to my Grandpa. 32nd Infantry Div, 128th company in WWII. He served in the Phillipines, took a bullet to the head (bounced off of his skull) there, and served another 2 years in Japan after he recovered. The Australians called his unit the Bloody Red Arrows, because they were so dangerous. Go Army.

My Dad was named after the guy who was in the foxhole next to my Grandpa for many banzai attacks including the one in which his buddy was killed. These men payed for our freedom in blood. Respect them. Honor them. Cherish them.

Realize how lucky we are to have the freedom we enjoy. Raise a beer to those who can't drink anymore. We owe it to them.

Happy Memorial Day.