My mother used to tell me stories from her childhood in Rome during the second wold war. She was malnourished and weak, suffering from rickets, when the American soldiers entered the city. My grandfather was a partisan. She never forgot. I honor all the brave men who landed in Normandy and marched through Europe. Your sacrifice gave hope to millions. I will never forget.
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World War II really was heartbreaking to see all of the suffering of the European people. It's really too bad your mother had to live through that, no one should ever have to. I'm glad we were able to help end the war and liberate Italy and the rest of Europe. Thanks for honoring and remembering those men who lost their lives in that campaign. Rome is completely different place now than just 80 years ago, the world has changed so much so quickly, hasn't it?
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World is changing too fast, at least in my opinion. I feel like I'm on a treadmill where the speed increases every day.
And to avoid being thrown off, you have to change your pace… and a bit of yourself, too.
Adapt, evolve. Whether you like it or not.
And sometimes, on some days,
I just feel out of breath.