I couldn't help but think of those that went on before us, fought for us, defended us, and their lives were taken. They were strong so that we could be strong. They fought so we wouldn't have to fight. Their love for us and for their country was so intense that it made our love stronger as well. I couldn't help but think of those that fight even now, in hopes that we can have peace, hoping our dreams will be fulfilled, and life would be more tolerable. Then, and only then they know they can come home and relax with little or no worries. It is an honor to have known some of those men and women that fought in the past or continue to fight now. One of those men in which I am so proud of is my father. His life was long and hard, but will be remembered, just as so many others that fought in the wars over the years.