My family, Jack, Left, Frank, Right, home on leave March 1945.

D-Day: We Just Wanted The God Damn Thing To Be Over.

I was five. What did I know about war?

They all said that. Over the back fences. After church. In the barbershops, waiting on line at the butchers. The fathers and mothers, though the women left out the curse words. The kids said it imitating our parents in low, serious, grown up voices.

“Get the god damn thing over…