"I was having a nice cup of coffee reminiscing on last nights party at the pub when a captain came in and said we had to go to a beach in France." "I asked him what would that entail?" "He said running onto a beach with mortar fire, machine gun fire, planes trying to kill". "And then to advance on concrete hardened pill boxes where I was expected to run right in front of to toss a grenade into those tiny slat-holes." "And that my chances of living past 2 min. on the beach was about 50-50, since we were the first wave." "But to take pride in doing it as, after we win, the jews will finally get a homeland".