Ever may she wave

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I'm writing this late on the evening of D-Day, that pivotal and blood-drenched June day in 1944, when so many uniformed American kids were mowed down by German machine gun fire on the pitiless, wind-swept beaches of Normandy, only enough surviving to mount the anything-but-certain drive against the closest thing to Evil Incarnate, I imagine, we've ever seen on this poor old planet.

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