I'd like to say I am remembering my Uncle Albert this Memorial Day, who died at the age of 20 in WWII. But I never got the chance to meet him. I often wonder what kind of a man he would have been and what kind of relationship we would have had. He died on April 21, 1943 and never made it home. His body was buried at Medjez-El-Bab, Tunisia. War sucks and governments suck because it's the governments that sent people to war. Fucking fascists and dictators and greedy men.