Anyway. This was the experience of the Greatest Generation that is defined as the age cohort born from 1901 to 1927. Here is the link to the wikipedia article about how this age cohort is defined: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greatest_Generation Most of that generation has died off. A great number of people from that generation probably did not want to talk about what they experienced. I bet it was very traumatic for them to witness people being blown up by grenades, land mines and other explosives.
My Dad was a 26 year old Major when he landed at Easy Red Beach in Normandy. We have gone back to Normandy twice. The last was for the 70th anniversary: it was very moving. He died at age 99 in 2017. I know he would have appreciated this description of D-Day.
War is a horrible thing and all veterans deserve our allegiance and gratitude. I come from a family of soldiers. G-G grandfather WW1, Gfather WWII, Father Korean War, uncle Vietnam, Me Persian Gulf 1, and several other deployments not declared wars. My point? I think that when we serve we pass it down and when we come home we need to be supported because it's awful transitioning.
It feels like those dark days are upon us again and our country is doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. This is what happens when the teaching of history in our schools is scrubbed of all of its gritty details. Sometimes history isn't pretty, but it always teaches us lessons to live by.
I just try to be rational, after having experienced a lot of things in my long life. And I do care about people. We are all on this little blue water covered rock together. And we will not survive if we do not work together.
I was at this beach ten years ago. It was cold, but quiet and calm. I was with my Dad, who was flying overhead that day. He died in 2021 at age 99. Thank God for men like him, and let's keep hoping "Never Again."
I visited this beach ten years ago. The weather was the same as on D-Day, though it was quiet and calm. I was with my Dad, who was flying overhead that day. He passed away at age 99 in 2021. Thank God for men like him. And let's keep hoping "Never Again".
Dan, to this day more than 20 years after he passed away I still have no idea what my Dad saw and experienced in the European theater of war. He refused to speak of it, constantly deflecting questions to tell us (his children, nieces, nephews) of the cities and the people of England, Scotland, the Netherlands, France, Italy and Spain.
I was five years old in June 1944 and still remember trying to hide behind an aunt and uncle's refrigerator when our farming families would gather to talk about the war. I also remember my father coming home in a rage one day, tears running down his face when he told my mother that the military would not allow him to enlist. To the end of his days, that pain stayed with him.
I am so grateful for the veterans who gave their lives so we can live free. My dad was a sailor in World War 2. His ship transported the landing crafts and soldiers to the beach areas. He was also one who shot the guns when under attack. He would not watch any war movies or talk about it except to say : why was I spared when so many were not. I am grateful my dad returned but so sad, yet appreciate to those who did not. 🥰❤️🙏
Anyway. This was the experience of the Greatest Generation that is defined as the age cohort born from 1901 to 1927. Here is the link to the wikipedia article about how this age cohort is defined: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greatest_Generation Most of that generation has died off. A great number of people from that generation probably did not want to talk about what they experienced. I bet it was very traumatic for them to witness people being blown up by grenades, land mines and other explosives.
My Dad was a 26 year old Major when he landed at Easy Red Beach in Normandy. We have gone back to Normandy twice. The last was for the 70th anniversary: it was very moving. He died at age 99 in 2017. I know he would have appreciated this description of D-Day.
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We will never forget. Never.
War is a horrible thing and all veterans deserve our allegiance and gratitude. I come from a family of soldiers. G-G grandfather WW1, Gfather WWII, Father Korean War, uncle Vietnam, Me Persian Gulf 1, and several other deployments not declared wars. My point? I think that when we serve we pass it down and when we come home we need to be supported because it's awful transitioning.
It feels like those dark days are upon us again and our country is doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. This is what happens when the teaching of history in our schools is scrubbed of all of its gritty details. Sometimes history isn't pretty, but it always teaches us lessons to live by.
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I just try to be rational, after having experienced a lot of things in my long life. And I do care about people. We are all on this little blue water covered rock together. And we will not survive if we do not work together.
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I was at this beach ten years ago. It was cold, but quiet and calm. I was with my Dad, who was flying overhead that day. He died in 2021 at age 99. Thank God for men like him, and let's keep hoping "Never Again."
I visited this beach ten years ago. The weather was the same as on D-Day, though it was quiet and calm. I was with my Dad, who was flying overhead that day. He passed away at age 99 in 2021. Thank God for men like him. And let's keep hoping "Never Again".
Dan, to this day more than 20 years after he passed away I still have no idea what my Dad saw and experienced in the European theater of war. He refused to speak of it, constantly deflecting questions to tell us (his children, nieces, nephews) of the cities and the people of England, Scotland, the Netherlands, France, Italy and Spain.
I was six months old on this date. But I had cousins in WW2. I have traveled the beaches from Dieppe through Normandy to Brest, as well as the WW1 front lines. Canadians too were very much in the action. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_Scottish_Regiment_(Princess_Mary%27s)
I was five years old in June 1944 and still remember trying to hide behind an aunt and uncle's refrigerator when our farming families would gather to talk about the war. I also remember my father coming home in a rage one day, tears running down his face when he told my mother that the military would not allow him to enlist. To the end of his days, that pain stayed with him.
I am so grateful for the veterans who gave their lives so we can live free. My dad was a sailor in World War 2. His ship transported the landing crafts and soldiers to the beach areas. He was also one who shot the guns when under attack. He would not watch any war movies or talk about it except to say : why was I spared when so many were not. I am grateful my dad returned but so sad, yet appreciate to those who did not. 🥰❤️🙏