Where were you in 1945, Mr. President? Certainly not with the 11th Armored in the snows around Bastogne. Nor were you there when the little gray men in the striped pajamas struggled into the village of Mauthansen, searching for food after we freed them from their death camp.
No credit to you, Mr. President. No credit to your advisers who allowed you to agree to this repulsive idea of honoring the German war dead.