A Salute to My Dad – and His Fellow Veterans

They were easy to recognize today, as they always are when we meet at the Hometown Buffet. They stood out among the lunch time crowd; most were looking pretty darn sharp in their “uniforms” – khaki pants, white shirts and navy blue blazers with the crossed sword and powder keg emblem sewn on the breast pocket, the word “Mountain” stitched above it. My Dad, the spiffiest of them all in my humble opinion, topped his outfit off with a bolo …