Two Old GIs

One of "those" moments occurred last evening. I took The Old Goat to the rodeo up north of Roanoke. As is standard with rodeo, there were lots of flags, pagentry, and over-the-top patriotism. The announcer asked all the veterans to stand for a round of applause from the crowd. My dad stood up. Then he grabbed my arm and said, "Stand up, boy, you're a veteran, too." Well, I stood up next to my dad, proudly. I never thought of my service as equating with his in the Great War. But, he did. There you have it, a moment I will remember for the rest of my life.