July 4^th Fireworks

I’m sitting at my small desk that was salvaged from the inventory of furniture that wasn’t purchased by the new owners of the company I spent almost forty years building, nurturing, and enjoyably making successful. Truthfully, I’m glad I don’t have to answer the bell every day.

The reason I’m writing is because of what day of the year it is. I am truly a patriot who is a proud American. The kids say I have the T-shirt but I also have the scars and limp that signify the successful return to our great United States. This time of year, many love the spectacle of bombs bursting in air. If I can see them it doesn’t bother me. But fifty years ago the sounds of many enemy mortars shooting off their deadly load and then the wait still gives me the sweats. The wait to hear if the shell hit somewhere else. Hopefully not among the aircraft we used to pin point the enemy.