Beyond our ken
Today is the anniversary of the beginning of the end of the last war America won, or will ever truly win. Doff your caps and offer up a moment of silent respect to those brave men, the equals of whom we will not see again (no disrespect intended to today’s servicemen and women, of course; I think they’d know exactly what I mean, if anyone would).
And give thanks to whatever God you believe in that we weren’t relying on today’s wormy “journalists” instead of Ernie Pyle; today’s entirely worthless political class instead of Roosevelt and Churchill; and today’s steercotted serfs instead of yesterday’s stout, doughty, and dauntless citizenry to win WW2, else I’d be writing this in German, and taking a rather different tone. They deserve credit for buying us time in the never-ending struggle against tyranny — an inherited responsibility we unworthies are even now in the shameful process of abdicating, thanks in no small measure to our forgetfulness — even if in the end all we’ve managed to do is squander it.
Update! Via Slublog: damned excellent D-Day post from Dave in Texas.
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