A heartfelt salute to your Uncle Bob---he and the men like him went through a hell that cannot be imagined. Young guys, 18, 22, whatever. We try to associate high morals and intentions to their actions, fighting for freedom, defending the country, who knows. My old man was in the Pacific, 1943-1945, Phillipines, Leyte Gulf. I never once heard him go on about "why", it was just "my country called me, and I went. Didn't want to go, but I went."
I will never be able to understand the commitment and heroism of these men. The guys who hit the beaches at Normandy, "Easy Red", literally walked into a wall of flying lead; certain death; It is beyond my comprehension, in the most literal sense. When the question of human conflict arises, I speak a different language than they--- I'm not going to diminish their heroism by digressing into an anti-war statement---- I'll leave it at this: I don't believe that war is an answer. But for those who found themselves there, willing or unwilling, I salute their courage, and their sacrifice.
Here's to you, Uncle Bob. Rest easy.
Sincerely,
KZ