D Day

Son was in 50yr Anniversary of D Day jump with old timers. God bless them all..

oldcajun123 Please excuse my ignorance but could you contextualize me on the first image; were the women spies or why were they dressed in civilian clothes?

zambini The ladies were the ‘entertainment’.

Don’t take me seriously. - Our military forces had many thousand of support staff, I.E. nurses, secretaries and others that were there to coordinate everyday logistics. God bless them.

I cannot watch any documentaries that show the D-Day invasion without becoming tearful. I swear, I don't think I could have done what those brave young men had to do. My uncle Frank age 22, joined up, and was in the Rangers, and he scaled those cliff walls, under fire, on those beaches. He somehow managed to survive in Europe, and was ready to be sent back to the USA...the war was just about over....and he and his buddies went into a small German village to celebrate. The jeep he was riding in, hit a rut, and flipped over, killing him. He was less than 24 years old. The sadness and horror of the death of one of her sons, gradually killed my grandmother. She was only 46 years old. My dad and two uncles (his brothers) joined the military after Pearl Harbor was attacked, and all three saw some action. I was named after my uncle Frank. My father and surviving brother, my uncle Chris, rarely, if ever, spoke about WW-ll or what they did, or what they had to live through.

Many thanks for all those who fought and liberated the world from the death-grip of that degenerate maniac, Hitler...and for all those that fought in the Pacific theater.

Frank
NYC

When i moved to San Diego in 1979. me along with the driver delivered furniture to a salty old guy that was a retired USMC Colonel.

"Pull up a chair boys and have a beer with me"...this guy had a friggin kegerator before I knew there was such a thing. His wall was adorned with pictures, memorabilia, and medals I remember him telling me that he was with Merrill's Raiders, I remembered that at the time because I had a teacher named Miss Merrill that was a smoking beauty... Later on, I found out about the significance of Merill's raiders...these guys were baddass to the bone. I had grown up in a military family and at that time I was weary of hearing about military campaigns...my old man was in the Mule pack in Leadville, fought in Korea and three tours of Vietnam, our house was a never ending waystation of special forces guys shooting the bull with the old man about their exploits.

On my mom's side, my Uncle "Bud" Casimero Trujillo was a machine gunner's assistant. On D-Day at Omaha beach as the troop transport plank dropped he was shot up, and in his words "with my skinny arse holding the Ammo, I sunk like a sinker" He washed up on the shore and was left for dead, his dogtags stuck in his mouth. A corpsman noticed that he was still alive and evacuated him out...."Laying in the infirmary, this was my ticket home"...wrong! Once he got better, his skinny arse was sent off to the battle of the bulge.

On my wife's side, Flight Officer William Coons flew the gliders that had a high mortality rate, he was among them...it sits in my office to remind me of all of these great men I have known, and how casually I was in the presence of greatness.....I wish they were all here to load a pipe with and have a drink with.




These guys made Valhalla what it is...what I wouldn't give to be able to go back in time.

trailboss

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Thank you for sharing this.

Is your wife a Chippewa?..figured you for an oulaw.

Dear wife is 95% Irish and 55% Coon-arse.

Years back,I was doing the papers after
treating a house for termites.The owners
were an elderly couple.He had a stroke
some years earlier and just kind of sat
there as I explained the graphs and service
contract.I made a point of explaining to both
him and his wife.Where he didn't speak he followed
where I was pointing and appeared alert.His wife
explained that he hadn't spoken since his stroke,
and most probably wouldn't last another year.She was
truly grateful that I made sure to include him in
our discussions.So after all the papers were signed,
and it was time for me to leave,I looked up and there
on the wall over the doorway from the kitchen to the
living room hung one of the most elaborate ceremonial
Sabar Swords I had ever seen.Clearly German in origin.
I looked at the husband and said I'd just get my "Pocket
Knife" out of his way.That old boy reached out and tugged
me back into a chair.For the next two hours he TOLD me
how his unit had fought for and captured a small German
town.The Mayor/Burgermeister,presented that to him with
a hug and a smile.The people of that town welcomed as
their own sons.This SOLDIER's wife was in shock and tears.
He looked her right in the eye and said "This is Important".
For the next five years if I was anywhere near their house,
I would stop in hear his tales,and share a cup of "joe".
Needless to say They never had a bug problem,I made sure
of that.