At the doctor's office this morning, our first meeting was with the assistant.
She happily announced that today is DONUT DAY!
We both told her that it was also D-Day.
She said: "What's that?"
Those scared shitless boys landing on that beach to give us, and her, our lives, many not surviving.
And people have forgotten them.
We haven't.
Years ago I visited Normandy Beach. There are several cemeteries there. They are full of GIs. Boys really. It is American soil, although it is located in France.
At one I picked a cross about a hundred yards in the distance and walked to it.
I thanked him. He never had his life. Giving up his for mine and my family's lives.
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