As one never having been personally touched by war, it is with deep gratitude for those who were and are, that I sit her, comfortable and calm, with only the wind and birds outside my window. My family has been very fortunate in times of war. My brother who currently serves in the Air Force was blessed to serve his time in Las Vegas, Nevada, away from explosion and gunshot. Both of my grandfathers served in the military for World War II, and lived to tell the tale. Though the grandfather I knew best, would hardly broach the subject of his service. His scares were deep, and undetectable by the innocent eye.
Today was D-Day, June 6th 1944. A day that commemorates the loss of so many lives that day and all that preceded, and all that were to follow. Yes we were victorious in the end. The lives were not wasted. Their sacrifice was real and their cause true.
Yet war, for war sake makes no sense. The cause of every war is political unrest and upheaval. It is on the backs of millions, that the pride of few is carried, and lost.
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