Each Memorial Day I think of my Grandpa, Max Richard Boschke. While he didn't die in battle (he passed away in 2005), he was a proud US Navy Veteran who served his country aboard the USS Essex from 1943 to 1945 during World War II. He had met my Grandma shortly before he left to serve at 22 years old, and like many romances at the time, it developed over letters and visits back home. I think about what he gave up to fight for his country, what he went through as such a young man... and the hundreds of thousands of others who did the the same. May we never forget that freedom isn't free...thank you to all of those who continue to serve, and a special thank you to those who have paid the ultimate price.