America, We Need to Talk

Disrespect for military and public service has no place in American leadership. And it’s time we resoundingly said so at the ballot box.

John William May’s grave-site, Highland Cemetery, Stonewall, Oklahoma.

Hey there. Have a seat. I want to show you something special.

These are photos of my grandfathers, Bob and Bill. Both of them World War II veterans. My paternal grandpa, Robert Francis (Bob) Pickens, and my maternal grandpa, John William (Bill) May, fought in the European theater.

Robert Francis Pickens (left) and John William May (right)

Their details and service records are hazy, as both men didn’t like to talk much about their time in the service and Bill passed from a heart attack way too early at age 45. But we do know that Bob was in the Ardennes Forest area of Belgium at the same time as the Battle of the Bulge. It was so cold that winter his feet literally froze while he was in a foxhole — leaving them damaged and achy for the rest of his life. Bill was also wounded — though it’s unclear to me how — and was awarded the Purple Heart as well.

Both members of the Greatest Generation, they also represented a good cross-section of America. Bill was a healthy mix of central European…