When I hold my Father's medals, or visit him where he rests at Fort Rosecrans, and see row after row after row of white crosses, Iweep for this greatest generation, who sacrificed everything, without a second thought, to give us freedom.
"I began to weep telling her 'I am so sorry for the things I did in the past, ' " Garrido wrote about his wife, adding that he experienced a feeling of remorse he never had before.