Flags were waving on Saturday morning while the Patriot Riders stood guard, in honor of a veteran that had served proudly years ago.
That morning, we celebrated a life, or more accurately as expressed by most, a legacy that was taught through example down through the generations. 91 years of age. A WWII veteran. A carpenter. A farmer. A husband, father, brother, grandpa and great-grandpa.
To me, he was Grandpa and he will be greatly missed.
Full military honors were performed with such care and precision that led me to reflect on this Veteran's day of the sacrifices made by veterans presently and through the years. Of the prestige that we should bestow upon them for their duty and honor for their country.
Quite simply, I say thank you.