Dennis 2 month s ago
#24 Damn. Half of them look like they are grade school kids.
Jackie 2 month s ago
A lot of men and women died fighting for freedom so your cisgendered 'progressive' college student could tear down statues dressed all in black while campaigning to litigate free speech.
Nibby 2 month s ago
Jackie, Shut up Jackie.
Nibby 2 month s ago
Great photos!
Miranda 2 month s ago

Hi Jackie. It's me, "Dennis".

Just an FYI, I have no cross-gendered 'progressive' college student children. I merely made a comment on the apparent age of the soldiers in the picture. It's pretty unclear to me why you would make such a comment to me.

Not that it matters, my father, and many of my father's friends, served in combat in WWII. Some survived, some didn't. My father did survive the war in the Pacific. He recently passed away at 96YO.

Again, not that it matters, he attained the rank of Master Sergeant (E-8) in approximately 1 year. I heard many of his and his friends' tales of their war time experiences. Some of the "best" tales my father had from the war, well, he didn't talk about until the year he died. I finally got him to talk about those.

Going through his personal belongings I know with certainty that both his tales and the fact he achieved a rank that typically would take 8 years to achieve were true. He was in his 20s during the war, and neither he nor those in the photos with him during his time in the military looked as young as those in the picture I commented on.
Miranda 2 month s ago
BTW, he fought to protect your right to make ignorant inferences as you have.
Jill 2 month s ago
And millions still don't vote.
Amos 2 month s ago
Jill, As it should be, only Citizens should be allowed to vote.

"American troops on board a landing craft heading for the beaches at Oran in Algeria during Operation Torch, November 1942. Today I was reading a Victor Hugo’s poem which made me think why couldn’t I do something rather original: composing a poem while colorizing a picture, evoking the picture in words. I’m deeply sorry if this seems irreverent, but here it goes.


The bitter weaving holds the sound

of the darkest scream beneath the bank.

The sewed badge in the shoulder dies

with the moans of white, red and black.

As the ship approaches the dying shore,

Its breath embosoms the crimson sand.

And, as the filth of an unborn child,

the men jump into a shore of wrath.


The helmets hold the hope of most,

the grenades, the hands of twenty more,

the uniforms turn into a deeper moan

and the brave, gloomy men pray and cry

without even reaching the rage’s coast.

They shout the word of a dratted god,

they confess their duties to the ghost

of a flowing glory; today may be gone.


And the water embraces them all,

with the sorrow of a widow’s cough,

and it spits them all into the wall

of blood, darter, and expired goals.

Now, the fourteenth weave tries to bend

the moral of the mysterious men

who perished in the glazed arms

of a far, pitiful, unknown land."


Historical Photos Colorized By “Cassowary Colorizations”