The best way to honor those who didn’t make it home is to fight for those who did
Growing up I always knew summer was around the corner when my dad loaded us up and took us down to the Whitefish Memorial Day parade. I remember clear as day watching the different generations of soldiers march by, from the doughboys of World War I, followed by World War II and bookended with the forgotten men of the Korean War and lastly, the young Vietnam War vets who just came home from the horrors across the world....