On July 2, 2007 my wife and I attended the burial of my first cousin, at Arlington National Cemetery. A retired Colonel, Infantry, he landed at Normandy, fought his way through France, Belgium and Germany, and ended the war in Czechoslovakia, the country of his parent's birth. He subsequently served combat tours in Korea and Vietnam. During his career he received, among other awards, The Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Belgian Croix de Guerre, and the Legion of Merit. At his burial there was an army band, a company of soldiers, a three gun salute. His flag draped coffin rode on a caisson followed by a riderless horse. As the service was proceeding I remembered when I was a small boy of 7 or eight during WWII. I told my father of a dream I had that the Germans had won the war and they were coming down Main St. of our small mining town and pulling the Jews from their little stores and executing them in the street. My father, who came to America in steerage to escape religious persecution, took me on his lap and told me, "You cousin and his buddies will protect us". And so they did. Happy fourth of July.