Before he moved into the VA hospital, I spent an afternoon at his home. His basement was filled with memorabilia...books, photographs, maps, medals, uniforms, etc. The stories he told were amazing (with some eye rolling from his kids who said some were a teeny bit embellished!) A lifelong friend of his was in the same company and they landed just three feet from each other in Normandy on D-Day. That gentleman also died, ironically, just two weeks ago.
I guess sometimes it feels like we don't have the freedoms we used to, but this is still a great country and we owe it to those who were brave enough to make the sacrifices they did. I am grateful.