raincitygirl

It's technically the 7th of June by now, not the 6th. But I was kinda busy today, so my D-Day commemoration is a bit late. Both my grandfathers were in reserved occupations during the war, but one of my great-uncles went through the whole war, from being evacuated at Dunkirk in 1940 to the Normandy landings and then some. And my other great-uncle served in the British Army for several years until he cracked up with a monster case of PTSD, was institutionalized, and later lobotomized. No, I'm not kidding or exaggerating. He was a very sweet old man, in spite of people having butchered his brain back in the day.

So, you know, rah rah Normandy landings commemoration and all that, but war is still hell.