Given that we are at war, those wounded in this fight tend to be most on our minds. They deserve our thoughts, our efforts, and all we can give them. That said, as you travel around this weekend, look at that older gentleman with the hook on his harm, the one with the glass eye, and the one with the obvious false leg. Those might not have come from an industrial or other accident; but, rather, from service in liberating Europe or parts of the Pacific and Asia. Those older ones deserve no less thanks and it is more important than ever to give it to them now for they are -- alas -- a dying breed. My father and his brothers who fought in WWII are gone, and their fellows are now few and far between. This year especially, make the time to search them out, and thank them. Do for them all as you would do for any one.