Wednesday Warpath

Today is the anniversary of D-Day. What a fitting title to the writing of the day as “Wednesday Warpath”. If the left, liberals, Democrats and big media in the country today had been around at the outset of D-Day and all the horrific happenings of that day and period in general I fear we would be speaking German or Japanese right now. They are so cowardly it is amazing.

The following is a small story from twenty years ago or so. It sums it nicely the kind of men who took up the battle for us back then, just as we have great men and women taking up the battle for us today. The only think different back then was the whole country supported and fought the war. Today, we have our left in this country opposing the war for political gain. It has cost many lives and will continue to cause American lives to be lost as they give aid and comfort to our enemy.

“HELL”

As we were sitting in my bar room once, a young lady walked in with a pad, pen, and tape recorder in her hand. I was tending bar while my usual crowd of card players and patrons milled about doing their regular stuff.
“Hi,”, the young lady said as she bellied up to the bar. “I am going around the country looking for stories from World War II for a book I am researching. I stop in places like this and gather stories from people who fought in the war. Do you have any men who took part in the war?”
“Yes, ma’am, we do,” I told her. “We have quite an array of gentlemen who fought in the war. I don’t know how many will want to talk about it, but you are free to ask any questions you may have as long as you don’t bother my card games too much.”
The lady agreed and set out to find someone to give her some information on the big war. She talked to several guys who I did not think were the best representatives to dish out stories about the war. I was not about to question their patriotism, but I just had never heard that these guys were in the thick of things during the war. As I sat shaking my head after listening to these couple of guys the young author came back to me and asked if I had a problem. I told her I did not think those guys were the best sources of war stories.
About this time an older gentlemen by the name of Mr. Mickey was about to deal the cards for the next hand. I knew he had been in the war and had fought at D-Day. I told her if she wanted a good story she should ask him. He heard the exchange between us, but kept right on dealing.
He never looked up as he dealt, but told the young lady, “Come sit down by me honey and I will make one statement for you that you can use in your book if you like.” As he finished dealing the cards he pulled a chair from the corner and motioned the girl to come and sit down. She walked over with her pad and recorder. The room got very quiet. Every eye and ear in the room was trained on Mr. Mickey, a man of very few words but plenty integrity.
This is what Mr. Mickey had to say. “I am going to say this and we will talk no more of the war. On the morning of the invasion I was on one of those troops transports. We were huddled down in the belly of those things waiting for the front gates to drop so we could rush the shore. When the front gates of the carrier dropped my feet were some of the first ones to hit the water and then the shore. What came after that was pure chaos, horror, and terror all rolled up into one. If I die and go to HELL it won’t be much worse than what I endured that day,”
With that statement Mr. Mickey turned to the young lady and asked her if that was good enough. She nodded her head, happy with that statement. Mr. Mickey turned back to face the card game and asked, “Who needs cards?”