Today, we remember the men who landed in France on June 6, 1944.
I can't imagine what it must have been like to be one of those men on that "Day of days". I'm awed by what they did.
And now, I'm off to watch The Longest Day.
Now there's your real pollution, Sheila, too blasted many people-per million are professional busybodies and dogooders who believe everything tastes better if they piddle in it! -- L. Neil Smith