I loved history, but truth be told, I wouldn’t fully pay attention unless we were studying the Civil War or Stalingrad or the Battle of the Marne. Wars fascinated me. How on earth could a sane man charge into a volley of bullets—say, at D-Day? Weren’t they terrified? The odds of surviving something like the Marne or Shiloh were so, so small. Didn’t the men know that? Standing there, waiting for death? Knowing they were walking straight into harm’s way? Didn’t they know that it didn’t matter who they were or whom they loved or what else they’d gone through, bombs or bullets would take them down
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