We're headed up to Aunty Ada's for a little chillaxin'. Her youngest son is a couple of years older than Isaac, and the two of them have a rompin' good time when they're together.
I *do* remember... and I am thankful for the sacrifice that thousands upon thousands of soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines have given freely so that I and my children and eventual grandchildren will be able to live free.
Yes, there are some who have forgotten.
But not me.
Thanks, Granddad. Thanks, Pawpaw. Thanks, Uncle Lannie and Uncle Carroll and Uncle Donny and Cousin Lance.
Thanks, RTO. Thanks, Arrrggh. Thanks Greyhawk. Thanks, Steven Givler.