Over this past weekend, and especially yesterday, Memorial Day, I was thinking about a story I heard a number of years ago related to D-Day, the 78th anniversary of which is next Monday.
The D-Day landings at Normandy on June 6, 1944, began to free Europe from the tyranny of Nazi Germany during World War II. One man, I heard about, lost his leg as he was landing on Omaha Beach, the scene of the highest casualties that day. When he came home from the war, not too surprisingly, he was kind of bitter about the loss of his leg. He never talked about it, but there always seemed to be this animosity and resentment just below the surface.