Today is Veteran's Day. Almost all of us can say we have/had someone close to us in the armed forces. My dad was stationed in London in WWII but was recruited for The Office of Strategic Services which eventually became the C.I.A. He had blond hair, blue eyes and spoke fluent German. He was sent to Berlin. I assume it was days after Germany fell because he talked about being in Berlin right after it was bombed and all he could smell were the decaying bodies. He refused to talk about his time in the Strategic Services except for 3 random statements: *He said he once had to deliver some papers under a bush *He was sent to a park to meet a double agent (an allie who was actually working for the other side) and was ordered to arrest him but if he ran he was to shoot him. The guy never showed up. *The U.S. government provided him and a few others with a fantastic mansion where they threw a lot of parties. Again assuming this was after Germany fell. That's where he met my British mother. She walked in on the arm of a general and he turned to his friend and said "I'm going to marry that beautiful woman" and he did. To all our wonderful veterans both fallen and living thank you for your service.