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winterbadgerOn a recent walk around Denver's Fort Logan National Cemetery, I am struck, not by the lives cut short by war, a tragic consequence of military service, but by the long lives of many who served and the great blessings they brought to us. I imagine them, like my parents, young people who leveraged their country's investment in them to transform America. Veterans raise expectations, not just for themselves, but for their children and their children's children, and, in the process, for us all. I imagine the Fort Logan vets as entrepreneurs, teachers, police, firefighters, doctors, nurses, builders, engineers, and even lawyers. I imagine them as mothers and fathers. I see the life you and I live as defended and enabled by their ideals.
Jim Thomas on Huffington Post
Today I will be remembering my father, Kenneth Franklin Spoor, and his brothers Don and Jack, who served in World War II, and my grandfather, Nathaniel Burton Paradise, who served in World War I.
