My father was a survivor of the Battle
               of the Bulge
               where he was wounded
               and eligible for a Purple Heart
               and a bronze star
               but he did not stay in New York
               to be examined to determine
               what percentage of disability
               he was due from the time of
               that event.
               
               ” Said, Doc, I’ve been away from home
                fighting Germans and I’m going home
                now–come Hell or high water!”

                “Well, son, I writing down here
                that you have a 10% disability
                for life. Get out of here!”

                Every month he got a check.
                It was a small check,
                but it was something he 
                used with pride…