Today, a stooped and aged woman hobbled into the bakery to buy her veteran father a plate of red, white and blue sugar cookies. She told me he was the last surviving member of his platoon that had stormed Normandy Beach on D-Day. At 99, he lived alone and still looked after himself.

Lucky for us the German didn't sing America the Beautiful or that trumpeter may have headed back for Utah.

Jewel! That's a good story. Makes you think of the things veterans carry around in themselves.