It's hard for me to get through Veteran's Day without thinking of my dad, Bob Holliday. He was a World War II veteran and was a hero, at least to me.

My dad left for his service in the Army as soon as he graduated high school. Back in those days, it was what you did. He served as a Military Police Officer in Okinawa during the final years of the war.

My father was fortunate. By the time, he began his service, the hardest battles of the war had already been fought. He didn't have to experience the terror of D-Day on the beaches of Normandy. The Battle of Midway was history by the time he arrived. However, he was a hero in the same way that many were back in that day.

My dad did what many men did back during World War II. He delayed marrying my mom and pursuing a career and doing what he wanted with his life. All of the men and women who made this sacrifice are heroes to me.

I was one of the fortunate ones. My dad actually came home. Many didn't. My father lived a full life after World War II including his passion of fishing. Some of his friends didn't.

Photo, Doc Holliday

My dad lost his battle with cancer back in 2011, but Veteran's Day is the one day that especially brings him to mind. Happy Veteran's Day to all that served. Thank you for whatever sacrifices you laid down for me and all the generations that followed. You are also a hero.