We stand on the shoulders of those who came before us. People who faced threats that chill me to even think about. Normandy, D-Day, Operation Neptune. Its anniversary was today, June 6th, 1944–68 years ago. I truly cannot imagine that first wave off the boats and into the water. The men wading ashore, their breath in gasps, sobbing and screaming, warm piss clouding the cold Atlantic waters, bodies turning the shorebreak pink, the rat-a-tat-tat of the German machines guns drowning out everything except for the thunderous pounding of their own hearts and the angry wasp zip and buzz of the killing fire, the fate of the world as they knew it on their shoulders, to push forward. And I am very thankful that I do not have to. Maybe there is good reason that generation of men (and women) is called the “greatest generation”.