[magslinger]

My father considered every day of his life after d-day (Sept. 20?) as a gift from heaven. There turned out to be 60 years worth of days to be grateful for. He had done that beachhead thing three times and was already a fugitive from the law of averages. Also he was in an independent tank battalion, and they always got the dirty end of the stick.

[AnAmericanMother]

My dad had just been ordered to the Pacific after getting through N. Africa, Sicily, Anzio, and the Italian campaign, and my father in law was already there, on Iwo, with his orders already cut for the invasion of mainland Japan.

"I feel like a fugitive from th' law of averages."