God bless every one of our present veterans in the name of these noble American emancipators who freed the Nazi prisoners that glorious day.
Leni
My dad was a WWII combat veteran, first in N. Africa, then on to storming the beach at Sicily, marching up through Italy, through hell, across the Rhine, into Germany, marching into Berlin half an hour after the cowardly Hitler and his girlfriend committed suicide. Daddy said he had seen the bodies at the concentration camps stacked several feet high, solid for an eighth of a mile. - I am still pissed at what that man wrought with his narcissism; and pissed at the narcissist that we must endure at this juncture.