Tag Archives: Paul Fussell

Memorial Day in myth and memory.

Long ago, in another lifetime, I was a soldier. It’s a noble profession, but in many ways, thankless. That’s not a pejorative, either: mostly appreciated in dangerous times, the soldier often is forsaken during peace and prosperity. We come to expect this, so perhaps that’s how it should be. My college roommate, Dominic Rocco Baragona, would […]