In the tenth year of The War I served on the USS Independence, a newly built and fresh-crewed American Fleet Carrier.  It was good to be home again, but seeing all those smartly dressed and drilled academy graduates thinking they were ready for war was real hard.  I always think of them on Independence Day now.  That and so many other days.  We’re alive and free because men and women like them signed their lives on the doted line.  Because they still do.  Never Forget.