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A Day That Should Be Honored In A Bigger Way

I did it last year. And even though I didn't blog about it the previous 3 years, I know I thought it.

Thank you to all the veteran's out there. Past, present and future.

Words could never truly encompass what your service, dedication and sacrifice means to me and my family. Thank you.

To the man who gave 27 years of his life, half of it on a boat*, to the Navy and whom I am so proud and honored to call Dad, thank you! You are an inspiration to me and to so many others. Thank you for all that you have done.

To the man that I love to pick on, love to hug and love to love, my father in law: Thank you Manly. You are awesome.

To the soldiers at Fort Hood, the families and co workers: During this horrific time of loss and heartbreak, please know that the country is standing proud with you. We feel your pain, we feel your loss, we feel your sorrow. Please do not let one person make you doubt what you are doing.

To all of our veterans, their spouses, children and family, thank you.

Thank you

*I can hear my dad now on the phone, "It's not a boat dammit! It's a ship! Get it right!!" I expect that call later today or tomorrow. Hi dad!!

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