When I was a kid I never really understood the significance of Veterans Day or Memorial Day, but my dad did.
To me, they were days we hung our flag, visited gravesites, and the stores were closed.
My father was a WW II veteran, who earned a Purple Heart when a bullet grazed his chest.
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