You once said that the one thing for which you were the most proud was serving your country in the military.
That's saying a lot because of how proud you were of your family.
You told of digging a foxhole in rock hard ground while Nazi aircraft strafed your landing position in Italy from overhead.
You said that you couldn't dig fast enough.
Thank you for this and the countless other heroics and sacrifices most cannot imagine.
You served as a template for those taught by their fathers to be responsible husbands and fathers.
Many know of your service at the Internal Revenue Service.
Several know of your service at Cunningham hardware.
Hardly anyone knows that was your part-time job used to pay for the funeral of your son.
Thank you for this and the countless other examples yet to be passed to generations, that follow you.
Some say you were flawed.
Many would like to argue that, if it hadn't been for the 1974 USC vs. Notre Dame Football game.
That's the one where USC erased a first half 24 to 0 deficit…and won 55 to 24.
No tale will pass through lips where eyes in your living room witnessed.
That you were flawed forever will remain merely conjecture.
And I...I will remain your adoring admirer.