The Last Word With Lawrence ODonnell
As we moved steadily over the gray, whitecapped sea tour where, ahead of us, death was being issued in small, intimate, accurately administered packages. they were like the thunder of a storm that is passing in another county, whose rain will never reach you. but they were knocking out the shore batteries so that later, the destroyers could move in, almost to the shore. on the beach, on the lift, where there was no sheltering overhang of shingled bank, the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth waves lay where they had fallen, looking like so many heavily laden bundles on the flat pebbly beac...