1944

In 1944, the Nazis were well on their way to starving to death my father and my mother. My mother was breastfeeding me so, indirectly, they were beginning to starve me too. Mind you, the French were among the best treated by the Nazi beast. The people of other occupied countries mostly had it worse. That summer, tens of thousands of American soldiers, armed to the teeth, riding in thousands of trucks, accompanied by myriads of tanks, scattering food rations like pennies, liberated me. Excuse me if I like American military might! I just hope I am not witnessing the end of the pax americana through indecision, bad faith, lack of intellectual courage.
Thank you veterans.