There isn't much that gets to me but the sacrifice all those have made in the name of you, me and this great country makes me tear up every time I think about, especially every November 11. It isn't really sadness, but an overwhelming gratitude to those have given so much and ask nothing in return.
My grandfather was a WWII vet, he never talked about it that I remember, I was 12 when he died. Recently I asked my 87 year old grandmother about it and it was amazing how she could recall those days like it was yesterday. She showed me all the letter, pictures and even a history of his unit during the war. Listening to her remember him was a real reminder that we must never forget the sacrifices the brave men and women in our armed forces have made.
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