My father took this blurry snapshot with a Brownie camera from the top of Omaha Beach on June 9, 1944, three days after the invasion. His generation fought and died in Europe and in the Pacific to make sure that we would never have to fight fascism here at home. I never dreamed I would ever say this, but we squandered that legacy. The only fitting tribute to the sacrifices made by defenders of the United States throughout our history is to have the courage to call domestic fascism for what it is and to not flinch in our commitment to root it out and destroy it.