A Day to Always Remember...

Opened the newspaper this morning and the photo of the kid running to his father reminded me of growing up with my Grandfather. After reading the article I felt compelled to call my Grandfather and thank him. My Grandfather replied "thank me for what?" I said "thank you for giving me the opportunity to be able to live the life I have". He questioned further, "what do you mean?" I answered, "If it wasn't for people like you that sacrificed their lives so that others could live without all the bullets and grenades going off and the fear of war every minute of every hour of every day, for that I say thank you".