I know a young man who has had a lot of trouble in his life with substance abuse. He is a Dad now, of a little boy and a little girl, and I think he is getting his life straightened out, and beginning to understand what things are most important. Recently, on the anniversary of the Normandy Invasion, I was reminded that his Grandad was a Corpsman who landed at Normandy and spent the entire first day and night on the beach treating the wounded. He was awarded the Silver Star for his bravery. He was a simple man when I knew him. He drove a motor grader for the county and scraped dirt roads on our end. He would ride me most of the day on that grader, just because he liked me. I reminded the young man of his Grandad's service. I hope it was not wasted words.
SRH
