Thinking of my Dad, a veteran, a patriot. He was a gunners mate, first class on the Natoma Bay CVE62 in the South Pacific during WWII. He was in thirteen major engagements, including the battles at Guadalcanal and Leyte Gulf. He made it through three typhoons. He watched a kamikaze crash into the upper deck of the ship. Whenever he talked about his experiences he would say it sounds bad, but the guys in the army had it worse. He is one of many of his time who made the greatest generation great. Humble, kind, fearless, missed.