First off Mare; Thanks for setting us old fogies straight on how to get from here to there.
Now; thanks Papa Art, for this visual record. Man how we forget what sacrifises were made so that we could sit here in absolute freedom, and talk to one another
like this. That freedom was bought at one hell of a price, as you well know.
When I see Movies where the star like Robert Taylor comes back off a harrowing mission with hair slicked down, clean uniform, and pleated shirt and pants, I have
to wonder if the TV mogels were living in a desert somewhere. Then when I watch Movies Like "Battleground", "A bridge too far", and "Band of Brothers" I see what
war is ALMOST about. You will never see the poor slob curled up in a ball, in a foxhole praying to God that the next one not be for him.
Of all my friends that were in the services with me, including my three brothers, all came back. The closest one to me, who I never met, is Papa Art's brother, Bob.
He remaines there in the Netherlands. And I admit I cry whenever I see his photo.
Just a kid.
chucktoo 