July 4th, 1943
Happy July 4th, Everybody! I have no idea what I am supposed to be celebrating. I am spending the day with a lot of friends. In Cambridge and later in Boston. I plan on going home around 9 and going to bed. I will be nowhere near The Esplanade except when I take the Red-line over the Charles to Cambridge around noon (I hope it is running). I strongly dislike that whole ordeal every year and usually manage to avoid it. Word on the street is the National Security State is only allowing clear bags down there to protect us from the terrorists. One of my friends wanted to bring her pressure cooker down to the river to make fresh rice for a picnic lunch. She’s not feeling so good about that now. So we will probably go to a roof-deck with an illegal gas-grill instead.
This year I had my fill of fireworks for a lifetime on Boylston Street. One of the best things that ever happened to me. Thank you, Chechnya!
Today is the 70th anniversary of what I consider the real turning point of modern history and the greatest battle of all time. No fighting has come close to this intensity or scale since. Again, I don’t know what we have to celebrate. There are many analogies to be made and lessons to be learned from everything surrounding the Kursk salient – the weapons, the tactics, the politics, the operations, the strategy, the people, the leaders, the generals, the military performance of the II SS Panzer Corps, the brilliant Soviet defense-works. Learn about it.