Visiting the American Cemetery in Florence, Italy a few years back was one of the sobering events of my life. There, in one of the smaller such American cemeteries on European soil, lay the bodies of 5000 young Americans, including my Uncle Chris-all who died in the campaign to free Europe and rid it of the demonic Hitler, that began on D-Day in 1944.
Sadly, when my father and I got to Florence and asked some of the locals where the cemetery was, almost no one knew what we were talking about. They'd all be speaking German if it weren't for the U.S.A.
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Speaking of "who cares?" and "I don't have a clue?" Bet you could walk down any downtown street in America and asked 100 young folks "What does D-Day mean to you?" And 90% would reply, "What's a D-Day?"
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