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My Dad In France
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I watched TV yesterday. On one show I saw people at the beach being interviewed. They didn't know who won the Revolutionary War or who was in the Civil War or World War II. On another show I watched elderly WW II vets who survived the Normandy landing as they returned to France some seventy years later. They were greeted with tears and kisses by young and old French townspeople who appreciatively kept the memory of those days alive. The contrast couldn't have been more stark.
I have a lot that I could write about metal detecting today, but won't. For me, it is a solemn day for remembering.
