We’re still fighting fascism June 6 is my parents’ anniversary. As a Boomer, I remember the date first for that. My father was too young for WWII. But my late father-in-law was not. He arrived in Europe after the D-Day invasion, but fighting as an infantryman and a scout for the 100th Infantry Division marked him for life. His shelves were filled with books on the war, on Hitler and the Nazis. As a young man, how could the rest of his life compare with that experience? But he rarely discussed the fighting. Post by @ajsandyman View on Threads Post by @therickwilson View on Threads In his things after he died, we found a Bronze Star Ken never mentioned. I discovered the Pentagon gave them out like party favors to soldiers who’d been in theater a decade or so after the war. So it was not something he’d brag about. He valued another medal more. We brought him to a Democratic fundraiser dinner once where Sen. Max Cleland of Georgia was the featured speaker. (You remember him. He lost three limbs in Vietnam.) They’d invited veterans. Our table was full of men Ken’s age. On his jacket, Ken wore his Combat Infantryman Badge earned for being “personally present, under fire, and engaging the enemy in ground forces combat.” During the meal, a head suddenly popped in next to mine. It was Cleland, working the room from his wheelchair with his one arm. Cleland looked at Ken across the…