“I don’t want a ----- thing!” – John Wilson
My plan was simply to march in the parade. It was the first Memorial Day after my father died. The local Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) and American Legion posts invited all veterans to be part of the town parade. It would be a wonderful way to honor my father and be with other veterans on a tough day.
When I arrived at the town’s Community House, I realized I didn’t know what entrance to use. Another car soon arrived, so I slowly got out of my car. The gentleman came up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Bill. You look like you’re new here.”