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June 6th, 1944

My Father got there early. He was part of the Paratrooper Glider Companies that went in to take out the pillboxes on top at Pont Du Hoc (sp) just hours before the first assault. My Mother's oldest brother went in with the second wave. He is still there. We remember fewer survivors of those brave men every year.
 
Guys, think about the posts previously posted.......and about what would happen if this type of tragic incident happened today........how many would have the “balls” to swim to the beach??
They done it for us. So we can live like we do.
I just feel like we sometimes read over others stories without putting ourselves in those positions and really thinking about the consequences.
 
To expand on my last post... My Grandfather didn't talk about what he went through very much. When he was younger he would talk a little if he had a drink or 2 but that was it. I was too young to appreciate it and as he got older he talked about it less. As I got older I appreciated it more. He told stories of being hit by torpedoes and a kamikazi and tripping over his dead friend while fighting the fire in the aftermath..... In a way I'm glad he isn't here to see what this country is going through....it's embarrassing.
 
My dad was at the Battle of the Bulge. He couldn't speak of it without recalling how dang cold it was,never got over it.

Slight tangent but June 4,1864(through about the 10th) at Cold Harbor Va was a particular nasty engagement as well. #2 son just bought an old house/property effectively,in the battle zone there,very eerie.
 
My dad was at the Battle of the Bulge. He couldn't speak of it without recalling how dang cold it was,never got over it.

Slight tangent but June 4,1864(through about the 10th) at Cold Harbor Va was a particular nasty engagement as well. #2 son just bought an old house/property effectively,in the battle zone there,very eerie.

Sounds like place for a metal detecting adventure.
GotRDid.
 
My grandfather was in an artillery battalion. They fought through Sicily and Italy. He talked about it quite a lot when I was young and the older he got the more the experience seemed to impact him. He would talk about the utter devastation. How everything was so destroyed that it was inconceivable that any living thing could survive. He would also talk a lot about the math involved in calculating firing solutions. He pushed math like no one I've known since. One time he was in his 70's, about half drunk. He and my father and I were driving to a plant that my father had built in the Flathead Lake area. It was about a 5 hour trip in the night. I was driving and he talked the whole way. He'd start to fall asleep while talking, we'd hit a bump in the road and he'd wake up and keep talking. The man could talk. And he loved life.
 
My great uncle was in the infantry division that liberated Dachau. He never talked about what he saw there and I only ever knew him as a deeply somber man. I was just a kiddo when I knew him though and didn't understand his past. I was told it when I was in high school by my parents and even now as an adult, I can only imagine. The sacrifice he and so many others made in that war is beyond comprehension. I remember him as always thoughtful and compassionate. After his wife passed on, he took to walking the neighborhood everyday with plastic bags and one of those grabber arms, picking up the trash others would carelessly throw on the ground. I think it is important we remember the people we knew and share their stories.
 
My father volunteered...went in at Normandy,walked to Berlin...lived outside for 2 years.Survived the Bulge.Several bronze battle stars,purple heart.Never came back mentally,haunted until he passed in 1967.My brothers and I all served...
It should be a requirement...it would help unite this country..
 
My great uncle was in the infantry division that liberated Dachau. He never talked about what he saw there and I only ever knew him as a deeply somber man. I was just a kiddo when I knew him though and didn't understand his past. I was told it when I was in high school by my parents and even now as an adult, I can only imagine. The sacrifice he and so many others made in that war is beyond comprehension. I remember him as always thoughtful and compassionate. After his wife passed on, he took to walking the neighborhood everyday with plastic bags and one of those grabber arms, picking up the trash others would carelessly throw on the ground. I think it is important we remember the people we knew and share their stories.
If memory serves, that division was led by a Lt. Col. Felix Sparks. After Dachau was liberated, Col. Sparks was interviewed by a wartime correspondent and he remarked that his men may not have known what they were fighting for but now they really know what they're fighting against.
 

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