I wasn't eligible for military service. But my brother served . . . and my Dad was part of the WWII D-Day invasion as a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne Division, helping to secure vital transportation and communication lines in Normandie (landing in St. Mere Eglise) the night before the sea invasion and went through France, Sicily, Italy, Belgium, The Netherlands, and fought in the "Battle of the Bulge," participated in liberation of German "concentration" camps, and was part of the occupation force in Berlin at the end of the War. Like most who were in the military as part of "The Greatest Generation," my Dad rarely spoke of this time . . . and only reluctantly and succinctly answered questions about it. His service, as with many thousands of others who have defended (and do defend) US and related interests, is remarkable in so many selfless and modest respects. Much gratitude is owed to our Veterans.