What Defines A Man. D-Day After Thoughts.

HE CRIED FOR HIS MOM. HE THOUGHT OF HIS WIFE. HE REACHED FOR HIS FRIEND. D-Day June 6, 1944.  

When a man dies and his soul departs his body, there is a strong exhale along with a moan.  That moan is the strength to grasp the next breath of air that never comes.

After that death moan, there is a flag.  A flag-torn, battered but stands tall and furls in the wind.  It is all that stands on a field or beach of body parts and blood.  Blank dead eyes stare at the sky.

There was a time when men would leave their families to the ultimate course of death and march behind that flag.  They did so in order to protect their families, preserve their constitutional rights to life and happiness and to set others free from oppression.

Today is June 6.  June 6, 1944 was D-Day.  The Allied invasion of France was launched to liberate a people from socialism and dictatorship.

It was a time when men had guts.  They knew the difference between right and wrong.  It was a time when they had not just balls, but balls of steel and fortitude.

It was a time where war meant fighting.  It meant killing and dying.  It was a time where you did what you had to do to win and leaders that not only made those decisions but also took charge and led the fight. 

There was no quarter.  There were no rules of engagement or thoughts of a diplomatic solution because the reason of war was the fact that diplomacy had fell. 

Things are Very much different then that today.  Today our leaders falter on strength and dignity.

We have rules of engagement in an attempt to show kindness.  Kindness in war does nothing except get those of us that still have honor, valor, and dignity Killed.  Our military of today is forced by soft leaders to be personal relations personal instead of defenders of freedom and warriors.

We fight to give the appearance of strength.  But the wars linger.  Our enemies see this and they have no fear.  Back then we just kicked ass to the point the enemy would surrender.  It is war.

It was America.  The America from its birth of resistance to obtain freedom from a government that suppressed its people to the strength of helping other nations to obtain the same.

It wasn’t a war of political correctness. It was a war of right and wrong. It was a war of reaching out a helping hand.

It was a time that you knew the blood on your hands would be yours or the enemy.  And you either won or lost. 

We pushed forward till the job was finished.  We allowed no one to regroup. 

There was a mission, plan and goal. It had nothing to do with tolerance, feelings, or concern for people that walked under a enemies flag.

It had to do with every single reason we walked into a wall of bullets upon an open beach while the enemy was firing down upon us from the high ground.

 We moved forward stepping over our dead and dismembered to reach those on the hill tops to make them dead and then move on over their death till surrender.  Once there was surrender, we moved forward over and over until we reached the final goal.  And that is how a war is fought and won.  That is when victory is obtained.  We liberated those that were suppressed.  We gave them back what they had lost.

It wasn’t professional soliders that were already members of the army.  It was teachers, sales people, farmers, factory workers.  They volunteered because our duty was to protect ourselves, our form of freedom of the souls of men and their families.

It was a time where strong conservative people fixed things and the liberals passed out aid. 

It was a time where everyone prayed and looked at the Flag with tears in their eyes.

It was a time that men of steel exhausted his last breath for a world that cared about everything he had just given.

It was America’s greatest generation, the strong and brave.

Now, we are an America that passes out aid to our enemy.  We try to win their hearts and minds. Our leaders are made of tin. Our warriors are made of steel but are bound by rules of engagement and missions that do not have an ending solution. They die without a goal. We as a people do not have what it takes to finish a fight.   

    

The hand that reaches out to help someone up is usually the same hand that is severed off by the man lifted up.

It is what made us the greatest country in the world.  But it is also what has weakened America by electing progressive leaders.  Our hands are being severed from our enemies as well as with in.

D-Day will forever be one of the great liberations for those that so ironically despise us as well.

D-Day was June 6, 1944.

On June 7, 1944 we picked up 10,249 thousand battered, bloody dismembered bodies off the beaches of Normandy. 2700k British, 946k Canadians and 6603k Americans.

Some were buried and most thrown off ships into the sea for burial. It was a time that people did what they needed to do. No liberal fanatics.  Just life as it was.

In April and May of 1944, the Allied air forces lost nearly 12,000k men and over 2000k aircraft in operations which paved the way for D-Day.  Code name “Operation Overlord”

Total lose for the three and a half years America spend involved in World War II was 405,399 Dead. 

The wars in Irag and Afghanistan over 10 years of fighting a war with no plan of winning it, we have lost 6518 brave souls. 

This is the difference between the Greatest Generation and the nation we have become.

When a man dies and his soul departs his body, there is a strong exhale along with a moan.  That moan is the strength to grasp the next breath of air that never comes.

Our Flag is a symbol of lost souls that have gave all so you can walk around and complain about fairness. And bicker about rights verses needs. We are a spoiled Nation. Spoiled by the blood of our ancestors fight.   

We take our freedoms for granted.  We need not too, before they are gone.

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