[MountainMom]

It is the 70th anniversary of D-Day, and I always think of my Dad at this time with gratitude.  He was one of the men who landed on Normandy Beach on June 6th.  He survived to go on and fight in pretty much all the major battles thereafter.  He was under Patton and helped them break out of the hedge rows in France, and storm through Belgium and Germany.  He was at Normandy, St. Lo, Operation Cobra, Stavelot, Malmedy, and the Battle of the Bulge.  He wouldn't talk about it for years afterward and had nightmares for decades, like so many of the vets.  He was part of the group called, "The young men who saved the world."  He fought so we could live happy and free.  My son loved his grandpa very much, idolized him like we all did.  Yet now my son lives under the slavery and complete control of the WMSCOG.  His grandpa fought against such tyranny.  He would be sad to see what has happened to his beloved grandson.  He would still love him, no matter what, like we all do.  But he would be so very disappointed that these people have him enslaved.  This is not what he fought and sacrificed for.

   Like one WW2 vet said the other day, "It was a time when we knew right from wrong, and we acted on it."  Some still do know right from wrong, but not the people trapped in the wmscog.  They just don't know any more. Their sense of right and wrong has been warped. I grieve for them and for their families.