Well... I started to write a segue into this post relating to the way my memory works, but it became much too convoluted and I had to start again. Let's just say for now, that I have very limited memory from my life at any given time. Some memories are just visual snippets and some are just tidbits or items as if drawn out of a hat. Today, the snippet is a memory of my brother's comicbooks... and more specifically ... Sgt. Rock. I vaguely remember the artwork... I definitely remember seeing machine gun ammo slung over some soldier's shoulders, that there were German words in some bubbles, "achtung" and maybe "schnell" being among them, and I remember Marie of the French Resistance... but not really anything more specific than that. To be honest, that is how my memories of life go as well.... I remember a person or a place or some thing, but not everything. It is rather sad, but it makes for a lighter load on the brain I suppose. Anyways, Sgt. Rock popped into my head a few times last year, one in particular when I saw this photo from here.
World War II held a venerated spot with this little kid here, and Sgt. Rock, although a comicbook character, was a part of that, as odd as it may sound. Over the years, WW I began to be more part of my sphere, but either way, both were regarded with great esteem and respect. The other day on a blog I read called "This Ain't Hell", there was a story about a veteran that truly tickled my fancy... Here is the original story and video: