Wars are frequently glamourized in American popular thought, but none more than World War II. Historians, whose business it is to provide the truth about the past, tend to present a more nuanced picture of the Second World War.
This weekend the United States celebrates Memorial Day. Sadly, for many Americans the holiday mostly marks the beginning of summer rather than a time to remember those who gave their lives in service to their country.
As a high school senior, it is easy to envision myself as a scared private waiting on the shore, knowing the high chance of failure that awaits. College decision announcements are around the corner. D-Day is upon us.
Richard Wagner was his favorite composer and Arno Breker his official house sculptor -- but Adolf Hitler's taste in art was surprisingly broad -- and gaudy -- judging by a vast archive of some 11,000 Nazi-era exhibition installation photos now published online for the first time.
This time of year, as Memorial Day runs into Father's Day, I always try to coax my dad into talking about World War II. It's not as if he won't answer my questions, but he's never started a dinner table conversation with "Did I ever tell you about the time I killed two Nazis with my canteen?"