Hey dad: remember the Bronze Star you never sent back to St. Louis in ‘46 so the corps could send you a Silver Star instead because they decided that on review your actions taking the cave on Peleliu merited an upgrade, but they needed the bronze back first? And mom says you said, “F*** ‘em?” Well, I wrote the medals people in St. Louis, and they sent me the Silver anyway, which was your second, which fewer than 100 men won two of in WWII, and I had then all mounted and framed. Happy Vets Day, and thanks.