Recalling Big Skip's stories, mostly humorous, about training for Normandy in Louisiana at the base named for Leonidas Polk with the 82nd Airborne. Dad said he jumped once and was pushed the rest. He never spoke about Normandy and I never asked. He made it to Paris and MP'd til muster'd home. Keep his medals in my office desk....he never mentioned them either. I miss him very much today and every day.
I asked my nephew (Junior in HS, and 4.0 student) yesterday if he knew what today was the anniversary of and he had no clue. Sad really that the current generation isn't being taught about days like this date 72 years ago. God bless all those that never left the shores of Normandy, and those that did and came back forever changed.
Mom & Dad never talked about the War. Both served.
Dad was Skipper on a Victory Ship among the many in that channel.
Mom was an officer on a Navy base.
My Greatest Generation
The Greatest generation! I have coffee everyday with a bombidere that flew 13 missions over Germany in a B24. He was shot down twice, and walked back with help each time.
If anyone ever gets a chance to walk on that hallowed ground and just take in what those men accomplished that day at such a great sacrifice you will be rendered speechless. How they were able to get ashore and hold on to their toehold given the terrain, the German Army and sheer difficulty of the task is beyond me. I have been there twice and still remain in Awe of those men and their leaders.
It is a humbling thing to think about. On days like today, I always imagine what it was like to be sitting in England the night before, readying your equipment and making peace with what you know is coming.
I sometimes wonder how many of our idiot so-called history teachers really even know much about it. Pathetic what this country has degenerated to. BUT, everybody knows who people like Cassius Clay are!
My grandfather was on the USS Long Island when it was sunk in the Sea of Japan. My great uncle was a Marine in the South Pacific. Both were fortunate enough to come home. God bless those that didn't.
I was privileged to accompany my Dad on an 'honor flight' a couple years ago . While on the plane and durring breaks the stories were really flowing, some of wich had been kept inside by these great men and women all these years . To say I was in awe of these folks is an understatement . Thanks to all who serve !
John
Dad landed on Utah Beach June 6, 1944 as a member of the 746th Tank Batallion. Can only remember maybe a handful of times in the 59 years I knew him ever talking about the war. Even then maybe just a funny story about basic training or if asked a specific question he'd give a brief reply but never went into much detail. I loved and admired him for what he did then and for how he lived his 92 years of life. Humble beyond belief like so many of the Greatest Generation. One hell of a DIY hunter and fisherman too, but he'd never tell you that.