Old Glory

I…I'm dying.

Heh, life _does_ flash before your eyes. How about that.

Mom and Dad…life sure was good back in New York. Hey--this is my earliest memory! My third birthday in 1906!

P.S. 118…twelve years of my life I spent at that school…that's where I met Mary.

Graduation…

Our wedding…

Our children…Julia and Sammy.

Mary…Julia…Sammy…I miss you…Don't cry. _Please_ don't cry. You know it kills me to see you cry…

I'm bleeding out, but…the pain's gone. I'm on my way out, now. They say sometimes that when you are absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, _going_ to die, the brain shuts off the pain.

What I wouldn't give just to see my family one more time…

I just hope that they can live. If I die so that they can live, so that they can't be overtaken by the Nazis…

I love God. I love my family. I love my country.

I have done my duty to God. I have done my duty to my family. I have done my duty to my country.

And now I'm going to die here, on Omaha Beach.

Some things are worth dying for.