After passing away sixteen years ago, I try to remember what my father would have done on Veterans Day. If the weather permitted, he would have brought his modest American flag up from the basement and proudly fixed it in its spot on the front of the house for all passersby to see. If there wasn’t anything my mother needed him to do, he would then set up beach chairs on the sidewalk if there was a parade. He took great pride in being a veteran and looked forward to all holidays concerned with honoring veterans. Although he usually refrained from speaking with my brother and myself about his War stories, he would open up to other veterans and co-workers. As a result, most of my knowledge of his experience in WW-2 is from his book. In honor of my father, my wife and I had toasted croissants for breakfast today. Although, on Page 466 in the hard-cover version of his book, his croissants were steamed and he ignored the butter when he shared breakfast with Madame Lily overlooking Lake Geneva after the War, I still thought of him. We are all fortunate that he wrote of his experiences so we better understand the sacrifices of our veterans. I wish everyone a a reflective and enjoyable Veteran’s Day.