Here's a photo of my Dad. He died in 2006. I miss him dearly. He's the bravest man I've ever known. He join the army at age 17 (lied about his age). Served in WWII as a paratrooper with 4 combat jumps under his belt.
In this photo he was going to march in a Memorial Day parade but missed his group due to traffic on his way to the parade. The guy riding the bike is a Viet Nam vet. He was going to ride his bike with other Viet Nam vets in the parade. When he saw my Dad he said, "Hey trooper you missed your group. Hop on the back and you can ride with me."
