A whole lot of good men died 60 years ago today, that we might all sleep safely at night.

My uncle was there, some other relatives. Uncle got wounded in France later in the war, on his 21st birthday, lost 80% of the use of his right arm, was always scarred and broken afterwards. he never told D day stories. He was unable to talk about his experiences until he was close to death. Even then, he was upset recounting his time on the beaches, his suffering in the hospital.

I just had to ban my first commenter, old Booby MacNugget. It pisses me off in the extreme that serial asshelmets like that have the gall to come here and spout their nonsense on a day like today. A day when thousands died. Thousands of men whose ass sweat that coward Booby Mac is unworthy to lick.

Fuck off, all you bastard coward slime trails. I am in mourning now, for several reasons. I will raise the flag from half mast tomorrow morning. After that, you are on notice. Your breed is becoming extinct.