The boys of Bastogne. Every time I come across the numbers 82 and 101 I think of Normandy and of the greatest generation. Then my thoughts wander to our three candidates for POTUS and my monitor becomes hazy and I just have to pour myself another drink. Egad, what a mess we’re in.
My Dad was one of these. 101st Screamin Eagle. Severely wounded just after the break-out (thanks Patton). Spent the next two years in hospitals.