In the Emperor's case, his dad fought in WWII!
He was wounded by a German shell, not long after he had arrived in France.
He learned to walk again, but carried shrapnel in his leg for the rest of his life.
That's one reason he was buried in Arlington, near his father, a WWI veteran.
My dad was career army, doing bomb disposal for an astonishing 60+ years! He has more than his share of medals, too.
He served in the Vietnam War, Desert Storm, and all sorts of places in between, and he trained a lot of the people who went to Iraq and Afghanistan after his Parkinson's kept him from traveling.
My dad says (and I'm sure the Emperor's dad would agree) that the price of freedom must be paid by every generation.
So a big thank you to all the veterans out there!
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