D-Day

[gulfcoastruth]

I just want to say that I am grateful to the men and women who served in WWII.

 

My Dad was a WWII Veteran, and never said much about it until he was very old. He described his experience at Corrigedor at age 17. His discription sounds alot like the D-Day experience. Takes my breath away.

 

These guys fought and died for FREEDOM, and most believed that it was a right bestowed on humanity by God.

 

I believe they were right, and that freedom is worth fighting for, even unto death.

 

Let freedom ring.....

[PoGo]

Thank you, gulfcoastruth. I feel the same.

[Cat]

These are the men for whom the term "hero" is reserved. To go forward while fear and danger begs you to run away... to face these things for a cause bigger than self, bigger than life...

 

17 years old... and so many were that young. Lots of young men lied about their age to go.

 

I was reading an article about the attack on the "practice run" for D-Day. It seemed like such a terrible waste, but as it turned out, lessons were learned and the plan was successfully carried out.

"The disaster that may have saved D-Day"

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30977039

 

There's also an interesting article about the man in a famous (and rare, because there were so few) picture.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/31112245#31112245 (Video, in case you have dial up... haven't found a text yet.)

http://www.life.com/image/ugc1000422/in-ga...ration-overlord

 

I did not lose close family members, but so many did. I hold a love and respect for these people, mostly men, that will not tarnish with age. And I teach my children... *these* men were and ARE **HEROES**.

 

 

[Crazy4Canning]

I recently learned that my Grandma's younger brother served in Normandy, and was there for D-Day. He was in the second wave of Marines that came in. I saw his commemorative hat hanging in the garage and commented on it. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Heck, I wasn't doing anything anyone else wasn't. It was our job and we did it. I don't see what the big deal is."

 

Well, over dinner that night, I had a meal where EVERYTHING on that table was raised by hand - bread, veggies, meat...the chocolate pudding was Jello from a box. We were talking again about our conversation earlier in the day and he said, "Well, you asked why I served ...it was for this...(he waved his hand at the table). I wanted every person I knew to be able to come home and eat a good, home cooked meal and have the freedom to raise a family, work, and have chocolate pudding anytime they want."

 

He made me laugh with the bit about chocolate pudding, but what he deemed his 'job' and the driving morals of his life are something I *so wish* were more prevalent today.