We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
What a generous speech. President Reagan gave tribute to the non-American forces who landed at D-Day, specifically the Canadians (who, having been assigned the second worst beach after Omaha, managed to capture Juno Beach and penetrate inland far further than they should have). Also noted he paid tribute to Bill Millin, the piper who accompanied Lord Lovat and his merry band en route to reinforcing Pegasus Bridge.
If I sound a bit surprised, it's because I'm used to hearing how the Americans won the war, with little credit to anyone else. Back in - I think 1994 - Time magazine put out special series to commemorate WW II. I was ready to buy several copies, so that our children would know what their Granddad and great uncles had sacrificed for them. To my bitter disappointment, the Canadian contribution was totally ignored: the Japanese were featured quite heavily, but the Canadians (also Aussies and Kiwis) were deemed not worthy of mention. Needless to say, that particular series was not purchased.
On D-Day, 1994, I asked my mother and aunt where their men were. Dad's side of the family was easy: brother-in-law was a father and a teacher and would never, anyway, have met basic recruiting standards; younger brother was only 14. It got more interesting on Mum's side: Dad was an instructor in the RCAF ( passed out second in basic training and was one of two who din't get shipped overseas; given Dad was a really gifted teacher has to be the extremely rare example of the military putting a round peg in a round hole, but he always felt inferior to those who had "really" served overseas). Mum's brothers: one in "service" corps as mechanic to all the vehicles so not probably overseas that day (and he was a really good mechanic so in the right place); elder brother nobody knows where but again - although in the infantry - probably not one of the D-Day crowd, though both uncles served in Europe. Aunt's husband: a padre who, though not part of D-day, did serve in Europe.
Husband's side: on his father's side they were all in "reserved" occupations at the local smelter. Fair enough; even the maternal uncle who never enlisted found himself working at said smelter one "vacation" as it was all hands to the pump. On his mother's side, a different story: one uncle joined the merchant marine and worked in the engine room of various ships plying the Atlantic; the other joined the Canadian Army and fought through Italy until wounded at Ortona.
None of the men of our family ever mentioned much about their war experiences. But we are so very grateful to them for their service and sacrifice.