My father was a Vietnam Veteran, I don’t remember him, but I know I love him and I’m proud of him. What sacrifice he had to make!!! He was drafted to war with no victory for anyone. All of our veterans have made such sacrifice in battle, and then battling the demons when they get home, if they even make it home. They suffer PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression, alcoholism, along with many other physical ailments. All I can say is thank you. My grandfather, to whom is no longer here, also served in World War II. Although many do not speak of what they have seen, we all know they have suffered so many things. I think highly of my daddy, although I don’t remember him, he is a part of me. I look like him, people say that I act like him and I wish I knew him. One day Daddy, we’ll meet again, and I am going to hug you and never let go.