Holy shit this time last year I was touring around Normandy, getting excited over finding Forrest Guth’s autograph on the wall in a Creperie in St Mere Eglise, nerding over Barquette Lock (which I’d just read about in Ed Shames’ book), and standing on the Dog Green section of Omaha Beach, which is amazingly peaceful now but was the site of a literal bloodbath on June 6 1944.










