His engineering skills saved his life when he constructed his fox hole. He dug it deeper, reinforced the top, and put extra layers on it to sheild him from incoming attacks. An incoming artillary shell exploded just above his fox hole, blowing the sheilding down onto him and knocking him unconscious. He couldn't hear for three days, and has acute tininitis to this day, but he didn't break a single bone and is alive to talk about it.
When his best friend, "Blue," was mortally wounded in a melee during the fight for Old Baldy, my father crawled through enemy fire, slung Blue's body over his shoulders, and brought him behind the lines. His uniform was so drenched in blood, he had to burn it. Blue, unfortunately, did not make it.
My father enlisted to serve, served with distinction, and never, not once in all my life, trashed our country.
By Kerry's watermark, my father is a far more suitable candidate for President than that turkey.
Aside from being certifiably smarter than 99% percent of the population, his morals are beyond reproach. I can still remember, as a young girl, driving with my father back to the supermarket because the check-out girl gave him $1.00 extra in change. He didn't want her drawer to be short, and it wasn't "his money."
And John F* Kerry trampled on your father's service because (I'm convinced) he only enlisted to bolster his political career.
Pass my thanks along to your father.