When I was a little girl, on fair weather days, we visited our family cemetery on Sunday after church. My Dad would weed and water and take care of the graves of my grandparents, my brother, my uncles & aunts and dozens of relations and friends who passed long before I was born. It was a ritual I enjoyed (and still do when I am in my old home town).
So, the day my Dad told me he was to be buried (along with his brother) in the Veteran’s Cemetery in Augusta was the day I realized that his service to his country was the most important thing in his life.
I thank you Dad, Uncle Charlie and all the men and women who serve and have served this country. You are who make America great!