My dad served in the Navy from Jan. of 1941 until 1946 (and his two younger brothers also served in the Navy during WWII). I took him on the honor flight to Washington D.C. (his one surviving brother also went) on June 5th of this year which was one of the greatest experiences of my life (I felt an amazing sense of pride being around him and about 95 other (mostly WWII / and some Korean War) heroes as we visited the memorials. Unfortunately, Dad passed away at the age of 92 from surgery complications on Oct. 31st... sigh. He was 48 years old when i was born, so he was the age of many of my friends' grandfathers... which provided a unique father/son relationship for me due to the life experiences he was able to share with me.
