Last June I had the blessing to visit Normandy. I went to visit my father’s war. I went to France to see the nation where my father and so many of his brothers in arms became men. Somehow, I was searching for something within myself as well. I think those of us who...
The beach was calm that day, relatively speaking. Just over 24 hours before, waves of soldiers were disembarking from landing craft. Explosions and gunfire punctuated the morning air. This day was much quieter, though it was still not the vacation spot it had been in...
Remember how I said that I hoped my last blog post would be my last blog post? Yeah, whatever. But this was predictable, wasn’t it? After all, I have shown no backbone whatsoever when it comes to turning down my wife’s requests that I write blog posts. And given that...
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