Attribution: National Archives and Records Administration , Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, stands with the keeper and Phyllis in trying to imagine how the world was focused on this day—June 6, in 1944, to repel the one-man cruelty crusade of unspeakable narcissistic horrors with its “Super Race” and concentration camp character.
It is beyond imagination to be on one of the landing craft with those baby-faced infantrymen as they waited for the ramp to go down so they could plunge into the surging water and struggle to make their way toward the sheer cliffs where the German machine gunners cut them to ribbons, land mines blew them apart and enemy artillery pounded them to death.
The American D-Day death toll was 4,400. It was higher for the Germans. And before WWII finally ended the estimates for people killed in its entirety range from 40 to 80 million.
Phyllis was four years old on the real D-Day. The keeper was thirteen. They have both lived quality lives that were shaped in no small measure by what happened in 1944 on those bloody beaches, and they extend their appreciation to those baby-faced, brave heroes who were among the fallen 4,400.
And as long as they have the will and the means to do so, the keeper and Phyllis will join forces to fight even the slightest hint that another one of those insane “super race” narcissists is making a move!
