I have no interest in over-analyzing - my simple
observation is this.
My father landed at Utah Beach as an infantry replacement
to liberate Continent Europe from the yoke and atrocities committed under the
of Nazi occupation. He survived the breakout from the Norman hedgerows, the
dash across northern France – with the 47th Inf. Reg. the first American unit
to liberate Belgium. By the end of September he was recuperating in England
from wounds suffered by Nazi shelling.
He survived the horror and returned home to raise a
family – including me. Many of his comrades paid the full measure of devotion
and rest in American cemeteries across Europe.
Dad never carried a grudge against the Germans or
Germany. He was a civilian employee of the US Army in Germany following the war
and I happen to have been born there.
To see goose-stepping torchbearers waving flags with a
swastika in America has got me scratching my head. If dad was alive today he
might tell you this is nothing less than pissing on the graves of the dead.
I wonder what the dead would have to say about homegrown
American Nazis?
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