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Open Letter to Brendan



Dear Son,
I was reminded last week on the 4th that you gave me my greatest gift last year on that date. You had a week off and decided to come on up with Karen. I had a car show in Kewanee and everyone was going to come there and see me and check out the cars.
I asked, kind of knowing it was an unreasonable request, that you wear your class A's, because a soldier in dress uniform is just so damn cool looking. You had told me that you most definitely did not like wearing class A's, and that it was heavy and it was just too cumbersome. Besides, you were on leave and didn't have to wear a uniform, just nice to wear grubs. I accepted, and was just glad you guys were coming over and seeing me.
It was getting late in the day, the trophies were going to be distributed in a few minutes, and I had just about decided that everyone had changed their minds. Then I saw your Mother and you and Karen, and guess what. On a day that was close to 90 degrees, there you were in your dress uniform and was the most impressive looking person in the park. God, was that ever thrilling. I ushered you around and loved the looks you got. Just wanted to thank you again, and how you made your father proud.
Love you,
Dad

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