History becomes personal when the people we know and love are part of it. I’ve written before of Dad as a tail gunner in a B-17 bomber, flying raids deep into German territory and flying air support on D-Day. But I’ve written little if anything about my grandfather, a World War 1 veteran.

Mom’s father, Martin J. Concannon, above and top, served in the calvary in France during World War I. Details are hazy about the length and nature of his service so many generations later, but I think we can all agree that he looked dashing in his uniform.

Not to be outdone in dash, here’s a picture of Dad leaning against a B-17.

Heartfelt thanks to them and all the men and women who risked their lives for our freedom. May we always be mindful of the gift they have given us — and may we always use that gift wisely.