" We crabbed shoulder to shoulder down cargo nets to our landing craft bucking in the Channel, each GI’s bilge-and-sea-soaked boots drenching his buddy below. In that moment I realized that we fight not for flags or against tyrants but for each other. For whatever remains of my life, those barely met strangers who dangled around me will be my only family. Strip away politics, and, wherever or whenever, war is an orphanage.—Anonymous letter fragment, Recovered on Omaha Beach, Normandy June 1944 "

― Robert Buettner , Orphanage (Jason Wander, #1)