My dad returned from WWII a little shell shocked. Many did. He managed his physical pain with 60-80 Tylenol-4 a day, the emotional pain with alcohol. I can’t imagine the pain he was in. We didn’t make it easy for him. We certainly didn’t give him the respect he deserved. He loved long walks but back and hip problems kept him from them. He shot himself at age 62. In a coma in his final weeks. I’d call and the night nurse would tell me, “he’s marching.” I hope he was enjoying his long walks again. Today, I’m honoring all who served. They gave more than we’ll ever know.