I am the first man in the direct line since we came to America from Ireland in 1750 to not have to fight in a major war. From William Bell who was a private in the revolutionary war (he made 6 and 2/3 dollars a month!) to my father who is a purple heart Vietnam veteran (1st Lieutenant) every single one has put their life on hold and at risk for their country. This includes my grandfather who fought in the European theater in WWII, and passed away at an early age in 1968 to due health complications as a result of his service.
Not a day goes by that I don't remember and acknowledge what a pure miracle it is that I am here today. And I owe every minute of it to the bravery and skill of the men who came before me and fought so that someday, someone like me may be able to live without having to put his life at risk, or take the life of another man, to live in peace in the greatest country in the world. Even more so, I owe it to those who fought beside them, and paid the ultimate price, such as those we should all be remembering today who did so during the Normandy Invasion. Without them, my forefathers would not have survived. Victory may not have been attained. And I very well may not be here today enjoying the privileges of peace that my ancestors have fought for over the last 300 years.
I had the privilege of visiting the Normandy memorial in France many years ago, and I still get shivers when I think about what it was like to stand above that beach and see the endless rows of white crosses. I hope everyone takes a minute today to remember and appreciate the meaning of what these men did for the world. Although only those who were there may truly be able to comprehend that. So, today I have a truly thankful heart, and I raise my glass to those men, to all who serve our country, and especially to their brothers who's story ended today, 75 years ago.
Thank you all! What you have done for me, my family, this country, and the world, will never be forgotten.