Quote of the Weekend

“It meant nothing. Nothing at all. Words. What did his mother care for citations, or medals, or letters of condolence? Her boy was dead.

Well. Sometimes they were all we had–words. They had to serve, flesh out the heart’s soft cry . . .”

Once an Eagle by Anton Myrer

(The general writing the mothers after the battle. Seems appropriate for the 71st Anniversary of D-Day. )