I'm half English with my mother coming here from London during WWII when the last V2 bomb the German's dropped landed on her families apartment building killing her mother, father, and brother.
60 years later I am in Cambridge, Englnad at the Duxford Air Force Base and there's a US cemetary for all the figher pilots that served during that time to fight off the Germans in the same battle that killed my mother's family, but saved her by winning the battle.
It was then I realized what memorial day means as I looked over the tomb stones that literally are the reason I exist.
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