He was loud, blustering, bullying, set in his ways, and quick to anger. He'd sooner whip you as look at you. He lived life his way and didn't care what you thought about that. He literally died in my arms late on an October night. He was my dad. The Old Man. He wouldn't have cared if anyone wished him a happy Veterans Day or thanked him for his service, so just to spite him, let this picture do both.