Dos niños ven pasar a los soldados americanos tras la invasión del Día D en la ciudad de San Lo, Francia, en 1944
I don't understand the point of patriotism. Why be proud of where you were simply lucky enough to be born? Thankful, perhaps, but not to the extent that you think your random patch of dirt is better than any other. We should be proud to be human, and passionate about the earth as a whole.