That generation can never be replaced...
I salute my father and ALL who landed on the beaches June 6th, 1944...
Amen.
God Bless America.
I salute my dad’s oldest brother, pilot of a transport plane - shot down over Europe.
Killed, 23 years of age, pregnant wife at home.
The wife lost her baby and never recovered. Neither did my grandmother - I believe she died of grief.
I was born decades later - this was almost never spoken of by our family, unfortunately, too painful I believe. My cousin had to research what happened.
Amen. I lost my 95 year old WWII vet father in March. He reached Europe long after Normandy, he arrived 2 weeks after the Bulge. He had his own stories, but nothing like the first wave.
He had a friend who was in the 101 Airborne that flew behind the lines at Normanday in a glider, parachuted into Holland and was trucked into the Bulge. The home I live in was purchased from his widow after he died. He was truly a great man and soldier. I became close to he and his wife when I was in college. They were finishing advanced degrees at the university when I was there. They spent much of their life in Alaska, retired back in our hometown in Texas. They were wonderful people.
Amen!