In church today we all stood to sing The Star Spangled Banner, and Orville, the sweet man in front of me, cried into his white handkerchief until his wife held and patted his hand and managed to get him feeling better. This is the same man that stood in the bottom of a metal ship, holding the rail, all the way (when he was awake) from Seattle to Korea.
Who knows how people who have been to battle feel when they hear these songs? I know I don't. But I am thankful, just the same, for their sacrifice and service.