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On my safari yesterday, I had the pleasant surprise of meeting a World War II vet. My first thoughts were, unfairly, “They don’t allow her kind in the Army.” She was there at D-Day, in combat. And here she is, over sixty years later, still looking good and serving in her own way. My dad, a vet of the same war, would have been both astonished and pleased to have met her. This is the first thing … Read entire article »