Thank you, Pop-pop.

Today I had the incredible privilege to honor my grandfather during his internment at Arlington National Cemetery. It was an incredibly moving service and one that I will never forget. Especially the presentation of the flag. It wasn’t so much grief, but the flood of overwhelming gratitude owed to my grandfather and men like him that swept over me. The pastor talked about “the greatest generation” he was a part of and the incredible love they had that earned them that accolade. What an example and a role model to try and live up to. Lone Survivor┬ácame out the weekend before and the opportunity to see it with my friend Steve set a very reverent and solemn tone for the trip to Arlington. Touring the capitol on his tandem bicycle was definitely another great dose of ‘hooyah.’