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From the day my Father waded ashore on Omaha Beach, through France, through the Bulge, through Bastogne, liberating concentration camps along the way, all the way to, and through the gates of Linz Austria.
Then getting called up for the Korean War, because he had the experience!
My Father has always been, always will be, and always is my HERO.
When he died, he didn’t get any of this bullshit hero aggrandizement and fake national mourning.
But JAKE didn’t need it, I just hope that he knew he was my Mothers Hero, my brothers Hero, and my HERO.
He was buried in a little, run down, VETERANS Cemetery outside Bakersfield, California.
Only family was there, and two guys from the local VFW to say goodby.
I will never forget my FATHER and what a TRUE HERO is.
Some Jewish organization from Yad Vashem wanted to memorialize him as one of the Righteous Among Nations, because I didn’t know who or what they were at the time I turned them down, now I wish I hadn’t.
My FATHER was a humble man and a great Father, he just wanted to live his life in peace and raise his family.
He saw the REAL ELEPHANT and did not want the world to see it again.