Originally Posted by
Brian Holcombe
I saw an interview with a D-day survivor that had become friends, later in life, with one of the German machine gunners from the Pillbox positions at Omaha beach.
It helped me to understand the feelings my grandfather had overcome in casting aside his own grievances as life went on.
You know, I've heard and read similar accounts of former enemies becoming friends later in life - infantry, pilots, sailors. I know the phenomena goes back a long time, for example there were joint Blue and Gray reunions after Gettysburg. But I'm sorry to have to say that I just don't understand it. I dont have enough "forgiveness" in me to befriend someone who may have gunned down my buddy. Maybe it comes with the wisdom of old age. Maybe time heals all wounds. Maybe I'm just different than everyone else. I don't know.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."
“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”