Ryan Petty
The other day I stopped at a Tacoma, Washington, McDonalds (the one on W 6th) for breakfast.
There were several old men having coffee and I got into a conversation with them. One of them was an old guy in a WWII Veteran ball cap.
As I prepared to leave, I asked him about his service, wanting to thank him for it.
I asked where he’d served .
In the fashion of the Greatest Generation, he said only, “Europe.”
Then I asked him what he’d done there, if he didn't mind telling me more.
He said, “Omaha Beach.”
