TL;DR – That time I met a guy who lost an eye during the D-Day Invasion of 1944 Years ago, I played clarinet in a community band. Players ranged in age from 18 to 88, and our ranks included doctors, dentists, roofers, reporters, accountants, painters, retired folks, and even me, a coffeehouse owner. It was fun to mix and mingle with people from such a wide range of ages and belief systems, and I made a lot of interesting friends in that community band, one of whom brought history to life for me in an unexpected way. It happened as…