Rotterdam
Warsaw
Coventry
So why should I shed any tears over Dresden.
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
Through my father, I knew men who once flew missions over Germany. It was a solemn and rare occasion when they spoke of their experiences and then, I recall not boastful pride but instead halting whispers, and human eyes fixed distantly upon circumstances they clearly wished no one else to ever again endure.