my father’s father was born in Italy. my father and his brothers were of draft age during world war 2 and most of them went off to fight..they never struggled with Memorial Day and it never concerned them that they might end up. fighting Italians and also Catholics. we were at war and they were Americans.
My God’s Blessings be upon your Father and his Brothers ... Today (our present) reminds many of what was just before the American Revolution ... America’s People are split into thirds ... One third hates America. One third loves America. One third does not care but they probably cair?