Allow THEM the earned right to determine who is an enemy and who isn't ...
Allow THEM the earned right to attempt to bring America back to what they left 70 plus years ago and went off to war to protect from what HAS happened anyway to their beloved country ...
Allow THEM the earned right to sleep with their fathers knowing they've done a good and effective job in maintaining peace in our land, free from communism (their thought and mindset) and free to come and go as we always used to please ...
Allow THEM their dignity and respect for becoming older men with the thoughts and memories none of us dare entertain ...
Thanks is not good enough
Because if I was a Normandy vet, and I looked around today, I'd be nail eating, anvil tossing PISSED at what evil people have allowed ...
and it wasn't supposed to
We need a Freeper with better Google and investigative skills than me to look into this. I have heard (but have been unable to verify) that every D-Day vet who met with Obama during his trip was in some way connected to pro-Soviet activity in the 1950s.
What do we know about those folks?
Several years ago I was going to Fort Benning for my Nephew’s graduation from Ranger school. I discovered that the aging man sitting next to me was a first wave, D-Day survivor. For an hour and a half, I was captured by his “story.”
I quietly passed a note to a flight attendant. We were sitting in the rear of the plane. When we arrived at the gate (in Memphis), the pilot spoke over the PA system. He said that we were extremely lucky that day - a true hero was among us. He gave a brief description do D-Day, and asked that we permit the veteran to de-plane first. We did. He exited the plane to a continuous round of applause, respectful comments, and much thanks. When I finally was able to exit the plane and enter the airport, I discovered that he had been slowed by the reception he met when he got off the ramp. Apparently the pilot had called ahead, and hastily arranged a heroes welcome for him. We didn’t talk again, but he did wink at me when he saw me. That is the best wink I’ve ever received.
America is /was blessed to have young men see the big picture and be faithful and committed team members. It was not about individual glory. It was about the goals of the country.
Memories. Good ones.
Gwjack
You know...A part of me looks at the lead in (and title) to this article, and I wonder if it is best, sometimes, when you are looking for the right words to say, it’s better to not say anything at all...
Just my opinion...
D-Day + 70 Years: Looking For The Right Words
Hows about “Thanks”