Like many, I have been struck by the images contained in Ken Burns' The War. But I am most disturbed by the contrasts found in our pursuit of a multi-theatre war to victory then and the defeatism and rancor rampant in our current simpering left, as we try pursue a far less globally destructive but just as vitally important a conflict against a similarly determined fascist foe today.
In early 1945, our troops began to liberate elements of the concentration camp system, horrible places like Dachau and Mauthausen, where unburied bodies numbered in the tens of thousands and the crematoria were still warm, and where we were met by its survivors, who put up posters welcoming our boys to those dreadful compounds.