I was out in front of the house tonight when a local fireworks display kicked off. An older gentleman was walking down the street and we got to talking. Turns out he was an 80 year old veteran from the Pacific Theater in WW2. His name was Bill and he is a Long Beach, CA native and was a forward observer from the 4th Marine Division. He mentioned how the fireworks reminded him of his days in the service in WW2. He started telling me a few stories that were pretty amazing, scary, and humbling at the same time. It was incredible, his mind was still clear as a bell. After we talked for a while I welcomed him up to the front porch and showed him one of my most prized possessions, an original U.S. WW2 M1 Garand rifle. All of a sudden his eyes lit up and he was in shock. He smiled like he was seeing an old friend. He said he hadn't handled an M1 in almost 60 years and commented about what a wonderful weapon the M1 was and how it saved his life on more than one occasion. It was kind of fun to see a couple of old soldiers reunited. He went on to tell me a couple more stories that made me grateful we were, and still are so fortunate to have so many brave folks watching over us and keeping us safe.