The other day I was in Tacoma early in the morning, and I stopped at a McDonalds (the one on W 6th).
There were several old men in a coffee clutch and I got into a conversation with them. One of them was an old guy in a WWII Veteran ball cap.
As I prepared to leave, I asked him about his service in order to thank him for it.
I asked where he’d served.
In typical WWII fashion, he said only, “Europe.”
Then I asked him what he’d done,.
He said, “Omaha Beach.”