I remember an old friend of my dad. His name was Bill. I miss him.
Years ago when I would visit my dad, the three of us would go to breakfast together. My dad and he would talk about the years that they worked together in air traffic control and the world war that they both served in.
Bill had such a great attitude. He told me about how he and a German woman forgave each other.
Bill met this woman who had a strong foreign accent. She told him that she was German. He then said, “You’ll have to forgive me.” She said, “Why?”