My day of memorials
I'd planned to watch "Saving Private Ryan" to see the D-Day scene, but in the end never got around to it. I'd probly end up crying; I can only really cry in a war film when the guys are dying, I dunno why. Somehow, thinking about those guys who weren't much older than I am, it's just something that I can't even begin to comprehend. I just want everyone to remember that had we been alive 60 years ago, it would've been our friends on those beaches. It would've been us off in the Pacific, in the stalemate down in Italy. Just remember, they had something worth fighting for, a real crusade. What's going on today...is nothing like that.
Reagan died last night too, I'm waiting for the Republicans to propose his monument and to make his birthday a national holiday. It'll be a cold day in hell before I celebrate that. After all, we should be getting off for FDR's birthday, he sure as hell got us through a lot more in his time.
I guess things with Sam have settled back to where they were...which is kinda depressing. I had hopes...well, I always have hope for something that never comes to be. Terrible record for that, I really don't know why I tried on this one. Things will just be awkward and...well, she may change one day, but for now, we're just back to the way things were before.