This June, my Father will be going to Washington on an Honor Flight. Dad is a Korean Combat Veteran serving from 1950 to 1952, pretty much fresh out of High School. He came back with two Purple Hearts and lots of memories he'd just as soon not have to think about. I never pushed him, but on occasion he'd volunteer some things. One was that it was cold. Very very cold. He thanks God for his Mickey Mouse boots as most likely they saved him from losing all of his toes. And two, 10,000 Chinese soldiers blowing trumpets and screaming as they stormed your position in the dark of night will make you a believer. He still has his original issued soup-pot helmet. On the side is an elongated dent about the size of a cigarette butt. I asked him one time, Dad..what happened here? He says I dunno. Something hit me in the head. Dad is 86 years old now, and his time in Korea and 48 years as a Lawman are starting to catch up to him. I've always been extremely proud of my Father, he is truly a man who made a positive difference in the world. I'm thrilled that he is getting recognition for being a great American, and a job well done.