As I was growing up my father would sometimes open up about his experience in the Marine corps during the late half of the World War II. It was the defining episode in his life and it molded him into the man he became. He had an assault landing in Guam and was in China by 1946. He always told of the most hilarious stories about being in uniform. As I was growing up, my father had his medals hung up on a wall. Not one of them were for heroism or some daring-do. But they were just the standard I severed medal everyone gets. To me, those medals were greater than the Medal of Honor because my dad earned them. That is the greatest lesson that my father tried to instill in all of his children. Don?t worry about being the greatest, just get out there and serve.