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    I've never been able to read much about WWI without recoiling in complete horror at the conditions on the battlefield.  The gas and the mud and the horses...all too much for me.

    My wife and I took the train from Paris to Caen and hired a taxi for the day to take us to the American Cemetery at Normandy and a few other places.  It was cool with mist in the air and as I stood on the beach looking up at the ground our men had to cover my hair stood on end.  The beach, btw, is not sand but millions and millions of flat smooth stones of all colors.  The cemetery is, well, awe inspiring.  Silent, manicured...and so terribly sad.  

    But then, all of these cemeteries are sad.  When will we learn?  

    Artillery...Vietnam...me.  

     

    The longer I live, the clearer I perceive how unmatchable a compliment one pays when he says of a man "he has the courage to utter his convictions." Mark Twain

    by Persiflage on Fri Dec 21, 2012 at 12:22:30 AM PST

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