Sunday, December 7, 1941, was 'Bloody Sunday' for my dad who was a salesman in Shreveport, Louisiana at the time. He went on to serve in Euprope.
Sunday, December 7, 2003, was 'Bloody Sunday' for my son who was a soldier with the 101st in Mosul. An IED had killed his best friend just moments after they had parted on separate assignments. Later he helped wash the blood out of the Humvee and present the eulogy at the memorial service.
Both my father and my son have their on December 7ths to mark their lives and I sit here as a 'tweener'of sorts wondering at it all. My dad and my son are far better men than me.
Are you certain of that? After all,you *did* learn from your Dad.And from whom did your son learn?
My dad and my son are far better men than me.