My Dad was in D-Day +8. He served in the battle of St. Lo and in the Battle of the Bulge. He lost his best friend in the war, but never talked much about it. He was like all the great men who served—he was just doing his duty. They were truly the greatest generation.
God bless all of these great heroes and the Moms on the homefront that kept their hope alive. When they came back, God blessed them with many children and I am one of them.
My dad also landed in France on D-Day.He lasted about a month
before getting hit with a tree burst that killed 9 men that were close
to him.When the medics came by they found dad and couldn`t believe
he was still alive.He had a scar from his right shoulder to below his
left hip,also lost about two inches from his left leg.He would set off
metal detectors he had so much metal in him.Those splinters would
come out all the time and mom would pick them out
Dad met my mom while the Army was doing maneuvers here in mid-Tn.
They got married in a VA Hospital.
He later lost an arm to a hay baler and spent a year a half in the VA again
The same Dr that worked on dad in France saved him again here in Tn
Dad was a hero,he never gave up in spite of all that pain he went through