Nothing sarcastic or political today;  just a heartfelt thanks for doing a job I could never do.

The draft ended before I turned 18. By the time young men had to register, I was too old. I am fortunate in that — I don’t think I could handle combat. I always imagined that if I were drafted, I would end up as the kind of soldier who sat behind a desk and did menial work, like Radar O’Reilly.

My father was drafted into the army just as World War II was ending.  He spent the next four years never leaving America, enjoying peacetime, for which I am obviously grateful.   As a child of immigrants, he demonstrated to me the glory of America — that within one generation, one could stop being an Italian and instead become an American.

So thanks to all who serve and have served.