If you are as old as I am you remember D-Day. You remember the anxiety everyone felt for every newscast on the radio. You remember seeing the newsreels at the movie theater, or as we called it in my young days, the picture show. You remember knowing your favorite uncle was there and in the middle of it. We didn't know at the time how very involved he was.
You remember that in the Pacific that other uncle was commanding one of the PT boats, and you were very proud of him. But you knew how very hard the battle of the Pacific was being fought, so you listened anxiously for news of that front, too.
Remember them and their comrades. Very few of them are left to tell the story.
D-Day, the sixth of June. Remember.
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