My daddy was a sailor. I knew his job must be important because his uniforms were always pressed crisp and he spent a lot of time shining his shoes. What I never realized as a kid, was how dangerous it was. When he went to Vietnam, I didn't understand there was even a possibility he would never come back. He always... came home safe. I recognize now that some other dads didn't. Today I am very thankful for the bravery and the sacrifice and the honor of those guys who never returned from battle defending my country. Thank God for each and every one of them.