One night in April 1944, just weeks before D-Day, like all lonely servicemen, Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower was writing a letter home. "How I wish this cruel business of war could be completed quickly," he wrote to his wife Mamie. "Entirely aside from longing to return to you (and stay there) it is a terribly sad business to total up the casualties each day--even in an air war--and to realize how many youngsters are gone forever. A man must develop a veneer of callousness that lets him consider such things dispassionately, but he can never escape a recognition of...
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