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My father participated in the invasion of Normandy, although not in the initial assault. Thirty-two years later I was part of a skydiving team representing US Army Europe that jumped into the fields surrounding St. Mere-Eglis with the French, British and Dutch parachute teams. It was quite an honor to do so and to meet the people of the village that lived thru the actual invasion. Nearly every shop in Saint Mere-Eglis had pictures of a villager in the window that was taken after elements of the 82d ABN landed in the village. They took the village but at a heavy cost. Often there were additional pictures of the same two people that were taken over the years. The village church, where PVT John Steele's parachute was caught on a spire, was in use, but still retained the visible evidence of gunfire. I met the then retired PVT Steele in the barber shop at Fort Benning in the mid-1960s. Getting to tour the various scenes of action was a memorable few days for me and a chance to meet many combat and civilian participants of the actual occupation and invasion while they were still young men and women.
My dad was there. 1st wave.
Growing up, I remember when the relatives were over, and when the conversation turned to WWII, he would get up and go to another room. The day he passed away, my uncle told me, "your dad. yeah, he saw some incredibly horrible things at D-Day, Battle of the Bulge. Those who really saw it, they can't talk about it."
If the opening scenes in "Saving Private Ryan" are accurate, man.....
He idolized Harry Truman, and always believed that dropping the A-Bomb was necessary and saved his life. In his words, "they started it at Pearl Harbor. We finished it in Nagasaki".
My buddy's dad was there too. When camping, one of us usually comments, "our dads were men, REAL men".
Let us never forget that they were the Greatest Generation. Maybe it's a good time to re-read Tom Brokaw's book.
Truly, the Longest Day of June (in 1944)!