“The door will open.” MAGA!
After World War 2 my surviving uncle on my father’s side was with the army in North Korea at Chosin. My grandparents got him pulled out of Korea since they had already lost one son in WW 2.
My uncle never, ever, spoke of the war but one day when I was young and fooling around in his garage I discovered an envelope full of black and white snapshots that he had taken at Chosin and brought home with him.
In black and white photos I remember that the blood around mounds of NORK bodies was the color of dark shadows on the snow and one picture showed a pair of boots with human feet still inside and bones showing at the top.
That was 68 years ago. This war needs to be over. May today, dear Lord, be the day that door opened.