My Dad (and maybe yours?) came out of what has become known as "The Greatest Generation".

He was a kid during the Great Depression and then served in World War II in Europe. He came through Normandy, traveling across the fields and hedge-rows of France. He built bridges with the 993rd Treadway Bridge Company and fought in Belgium, Luxembourg and Germany.

He was in the Battle of the Bulge in the Ardennes Forest, helped build the longest Treadway Bridge in the war across the Rhine River. He made buddies and lost buddies and then came home.

And he loved....I mean loved...his country music. Roy Acuff's "Great Speckled Bird" was a favorite and of the "new singers" he loved Dolly Parton and her "Coat of Many Colors".

But as a kid, I remember so vividly that he just loved the songs that were sung by the Texas Troubador, Ernest Tubb. As for me? Uh, let's just say I wasn't quite as enamored with Ernest as Dad was and leave it at that.

No,for me the greatest country singer of all time is Merle Haggard. Now, Dad liked Merle just fine too, mind you. It's just that, for him, the Hag wasn't Ernest, or Roy, or Hank, or Kitty or Lefty.

As I've put a little more age on this skin of mine I've come to appreciate Dad's artist's a lot more. And when one of "his" guys sings with one of "my" guys, well, that brings back a lot of memories.

Dad left the planet almost 6 years ago now at the age of 86. I'm going to send this video out to him. I hope you enjoy it, too.