I don't come from a big military family. My grandfather was mustard-gassed while serving as a medic in France in the first World War. My father was spared service in World War II thanks to a childhood polio infection that left him with a withered right leg. I was too young, thankfully, for Viet Nam.
Whether your family is like mine or like the millions of others who are touched more directly by the men and women who wear our military uniforms, I hope you'll take the time out to remember those brave Americans today. On behalf of the Kansas City Irish Fest, I thank you all for your service and sacrifice and honor the memory of those who've fallen defending us.
Síochán leat.
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