"I have prepared these pages for the edification and entertainment of anyone who may trip over them. The opinions and projections expressed herein are those of the author. Everything is original except for those items where credit is extended to the person from whom I borrowed. If you can identify with my philosophical impressions then you have my permission to disseminate these ideological images to others with the understanding that credit will be directed to the originator. That being, me."
William George Pepe
"easy red" beach is quiet now and I suffer a nostalgic solitude with the memories of a bygone day. the pervasive stillness is broken now only by the soft roll of the unrelenting surf but if you listen carefully, the surf beats a melancholy cadence to a hundred thousand pounding boots from a far distant past, echoing across a now desolate beach. those of us who were there will not have too many tomorrows but each, in his own way, will remember that sound and keep it echoing around the world until the last of us joins that heavenly host. we must constantly bear in mind what happened there on that historic day so long ago, for the torch of freedom very nearly failed. we owe so much to those brave men, up there, watching over this beach. this memory must become self perpetuating through our children and theirs and future generations as yet unborn so that this catastrophe is never again visited upon humanity. as a reminder, I carried home a few handfuls of that costly sand and would be proud to share it with anyone who really cares. what remains will be added to my ashes and spread out over the ocean and I will once again, join my "band of brothers".
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