“DAD! Stop the car!”
That was the shout from my son as we were pulling out of the Panera parking lot.
I hit the brakes, and before I could ask why, Harrison slid open the van door and sprinted toward three men sitting outside.
They were veterans. And my son has made it his mission to thank every veteran he meets—wherever and whenever he sees them.
A few moments later, he climbed back in, breathing hard but grinning from ear to ear.
“Dad, those three men were at D-Day! One was a paratrooper, one was a pilot, and one stormed the beach. Isn’t that amazing?”
So here’s to my son, now a teenager, who reminds me every day what it truly means to be a man. ❤️
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