My Uncle Kenny landed the night before D-Day, crawled through enemy lines in the dark with his Ranger buddies, and while men like your Grandfather were landing the next morning, he attacked the Nazis from behind.

Fucking RESPECT.

I get a frog in my throat when I think about the generations we have come from.

We are NOT descended from cowardly men, anons! We have a lot to live up to.

(Edit: I had to edit my post for historical accuracy. Also, that's technically my "great-uncle" btw for anons doing math, but everybody in the fam just knew him as 'Uncle Kenny')

My Uncle Kenny landed the night before, crawled through enemy lines in the dark with his Ranger buddies, and while your Grandfather was landing the next morning, they attacked the Nazis from behind.

Fucking RESPECT.

I get a frog in my throat when I think about the generations we have come from.

We are NOT descended from cowardly men, anons! We have a lot to live up to.

(Edit: that's technically my "great-uncle" btw for anons doing math, but everybody in the fam just knew him as 'Uncle Kenny')

My Uncle Kenny landed the night before, crawled through enemy lines in the dark with his Ranger buddies, and while your Grandfather was landing the next morning, they attacked the Nazis from behind.

Fucking RESPECT.

I get a frog in my throat when I think about the generations we have come from.

We are NOT descended from cowardly men, anons! We have a lot to live up to.

My Uncle Kenny landed the night before, crawled through enemy lines in the dark with his Ranger buddies, and while your Grabdfather was landing the next morning, they attacked the Nazis from behind.

Fucking RESPECT.

I get a frog in my throat when I think about the generations we have come from.

We are NOT descended from cowardly men, anons! We have a lot to live up to.