My brother was there but not in first wave. Uncle and cousins in first wave. One was in 101st airborne, captured when he hit the ground. Came home year later weighed 100 lbs. Uncle fought with Patton to Bastonge, froze his feet. My brother never came back.
My brother was there but not in first wave. Uncle and cousins in first wave. One was in 101st airborne, captured when he hit the ground. Came home year later weighed 100 lbs. Uncle fought with Patton to Bastonge, froze his feet. My brother never came back.
My Dad made it back from the Pacific Theater, Philippines, sort of, not really. He died at a local defense contractor's plant a half mile from my house now, in 1976. I never knew the man until after his death, when I went through the moving barrels of his stuff long after he was gone.
I destroyed most of it. I didn't want my family, now gone, to know what I'd learned. Time marches on...
Maybe the little BLM/Antifa punks can destroy that memorial too.
241 servicemen died that day, 23/Oct/1983 for pretty much nothing. Supposedly more in one day than any day since WWII.
There's a lot of "men" extant that don't want so many unnecessary deaths to mean nothing.
Those men won't try to determine which of the "72 genders" the rioters are when they go to work. It will be loud, unpleasant and hard to stop.