To all Americans, Almost sixty years ago, my brother, best friend and I clawed our way to shore at Dog Green on Omaha Beech. My brother was cut down in the surf by a machine gun nest and my best friend was smashed to pieces by a mortar. That same mortar, took my left leg. Soon I will join those whom I left behind on that hellish battlefield so many years ago. I have lived to regret many things in my younger life. I regret the tattoo I got while drunk one night in London. I regret the falling out...