Both sides of my family are military men. My grandfathers, both deceased, my father and some of my uncles all served in the military, specifically the Air Force. My father flew C-130 Hercules in Vietnam, a plane that saw many dangerous missions, and I am proud of my father and, of course, am happy that he made it back to the states, otherwise I would not be here.
So, Dad, thank you for your service, thank you for your bravery and willingness to fight for a free world. I am proud to be your son. I know the following fly-by does not do much justice to the real thing, but here is a tip of the wing to you. I love you Dad.
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