Last week was the 63rd anniversary of the D Day Landings, in France. I find it sad, that we have learned so little, about the great sacrifices of the young and eager men and women, in the war to end all wars. Sacrificing is not always, to die for a cause, or being mortally wounded and dying of those wounds many months later when they have dropped off the radar. This is certainly much more than anyone expects of them. We hope they will return victorious and minimize their hardships so the next generation of gladiators will go blindly, into a full of adventure frolic, without fear and with the sense of immortality, oozing from every pore, into the cauldron. That is, until the day, one of their illusions is shattered by the sight of one unidentifiable corpse. That is when the adventure turns to reality. "My God ...Someone can get killed here"
A man jumps off a bridge in Oshkosh and the media gives his story
three columns , two pictures and 8 minutes of air time.
Eight servicemen are killed by a roadside bomb and a comment is made
two days later or not at all. Their body count is simply added to the monthly total.
We are so happy to read about our servicemen returning. We seem to keep forgetting how many are not.
No, he's not a Sailor, but as a member of a Port Company he's got a more than casual relationship with ships. Pay him a visit, introduce yourself, read, and learn a few things.
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