Yeah, he was quiet (usually), humble (mostly), and honorable and decent. He had a bit of a temper, which apparently, I’ve inherited. As has one of my sisters.
Anyway, yes, I am proud of him and his service. It must have bothered him that he had to do this, since he never talked about it. The only war story he would tell was when they liberated a winery somewhere in France. :)
The only war story he would tell was when they liberated a winery somewhere in France. :)
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Haha! I’ll bet the soldiers had a party that night, and maybe a few afterwards. Good for them! My Dad was Canadian Navy (Master Warrant Officer and Chief of Supply on a series of ships) but didn’t fight anywhere.
It’s been fascinating to me, pretty much all my life. I’ve known a number of WW II vets and most seem to talk to me when they’ve never talked to their families or anyone else. I’ve always thot they know I speak their language?
One fellow I knew for about 20 years commanded a half track unit that went ashore the day after D-Day. Every time we met he got another hundred miles or so across Europe. I knew him until he “crossed the Rhine.” Then he closed his business and moved so I just assumed we won the war. But how he remembered where he was the previous time we talked has always baffled me.
One day, when talking, his adult son overheard us. He told me later he’d never heard his Dad talk about Europe. And the Son was a Veetnam vet. Just plain curious?