When Trent and I were newly married and living in our first house, we had a neighbor named Jim Wilson. Mr. Wilson was retired from the Army where he had served as a young teenager in WWII after lying about his age. Mr. Wilson had some pretty incredible stories about those days that Trent and I used to love to sit and listen. I always think about Mr. Wilson on the 4th of July and am thankful for his service and for the sacrifice of all the others who have served in the military. I love you dad.