memorial burgers

My dad missed WWII by a few weeks.  He early enlisted in the Navy, so he wouldn’t get drafted into the Army and have to sleep in the dirt.  At least that’s what he used to say.  A few years before he died something about Normandy came on the TV.  He was visibly shaken, pissed and said something to the effect of, “they just threw those boys off the boat.”

I’m not interested in arguing about whether he was right or wrong, but that was the moment it finally got through my head, as much as it can, that this shit isn’t a story from an old book or movie.  Real lives… thousands and thousands and thousands of them.  My dad’s reaction was because they were his peers and his friends, and in recent wars they volunteered.

Most of us “honor” them by changing our profile pics – maybe a parade, then we eat and go to white sales or watch war movies on AMC and congratulate each other for it.  Most of us are pussies.

 

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