Remembrance, gratitude and goodbyes
Memorial Day as an occasion to celebrate our histories and remember our honesties
What I remember most about his stories of the second world war came long after I'd written about him. He was describing the artillery in that German pine forest, about the rows of trees mile upon mile and the shelling and how the airbursts would detonate in the treetops. "The shrapnel and the shards of wood came straight down into the foxholes," he said. "It was terrifying." I heard him breathe into the phone. He was 87 then, or 88. "All those pine trees. When it was it over, even in the smoke, ...
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