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I might have been a twinkle in my father's eye, but I doubt it, he was still a POW in Germany then. I was born 23 months after that.

Born in 47 but I arrived in time to see the amputee vets on their creepers and furniture dollies in the streets of Cambridge OH. My dad's best friend went to Europe on the Queen Mary. Had pictures. Total mobilization. And my wife's uncle was on the cover of Stars & Stripes while on Guadalcanal. He was one that didn't talk, but it seems like we grew up on the novels and TV shows of the war in Europe, the war in North Africa, the war in the Boot, the war in the islands, North Atlantic convoys, silent running subs, tin cans, battlewagons, B-29s, you name it. Those of us who weren't even around were dominated by it. 47 was the year that "Mr. Roberts" was the "best play" on Broadway. I still can't get over "Requiem for a Wren," Nevil Shute's novel of operations in southern England at the time of the Dunkirk evac.

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Part of a sperm count until 1947. Stories of the war were limited in our house for some reason. Dad was a captain in the Army Air Corps and B-17 pilot. Flew G and H's. One plane was named "Sh-t House Mouse" as I remember. Flew out of England to bomb Germany. The 28th of this month I arrainged to have him fly in a B-17 thats coming to a local airshow. Now 87, Paralyzed on his right side by stroke, I bet he'll bound up the steps and take his place up front. IF his hands and feet were capable, I'm not too sure he couldn't still fly it. He's already decided to wear his captains hat and dig out photos to share. Maybe the stories will come out then. Not to be forgotten is my 95 yrs young mother-in-law sitting in the recliner aside of me. An Army nurse in the Pacific theater. A salute to all our soldiers past and present. God Bless. Randy

My father was only 4 years old at the time, so that tells you where I was.

However, my great uncle for whom I am named and who unfortunatley passed away this past October was on Utah beach. He went a shore on the third wave. He lived on Kent Island and is buried only a few miles away from where the next Vintage Cup will be held. Sad thing is that he never talked much about what he saw and what happened, but I can understand his reasons. Next to his casket were displayed not one, not two, but three bronze stars and other awards.

After reading all of these posts and I know there will be more, kind of brings tears to my eyes thinking of all the men and women of previous wars that have fought for this great country. I'm kind of glad that most aren't around now to see what has happened to our schools as to prayer and ommiting "under God" in pledging to our flag, that they so valiantly fought for. Values in most of the younger generation has certainly changed, and in my opinion not for the better.

I did not arrive until 1965, but my father was on a little boat heading towards a little area of France known as Normandy with the rest of the Canadian Fort Garry Horse tank regiment.
His tour ended on a bridge in Holland, where he was wounded and sent back home (which was in the USA).
God Bless them all!!!

I was born a little over a decade after D-Day, my father was just entering basic at Lake Mich., then off to the S. Pacific aboard an ammo ship. One uncle was at Ft Rich in Anchorage, another flying sub patrol out of Florida, one in North Africa initially, then up through Italy, another on board a sub, and the list goes on. Many are still living, but the number of family members from the Greatest Generation shrink, it seems yearly!

A fitting tribute indeed DT, for those on both sides of the Atlantic who sacrificed so much for the generations that followed!

Lance-Corporal D. Trevallion,KRRC(Green Jackets Brigade)23790313.1960-1962(Short-Timer) Just thought I would post the results of the "D-Day" 21 round Salute to all'Those who Served and are Serving Now! My Shooting Ground is deep in the Maine woods,a Good Friends Quarry...50 ac plus.Great Back-Stops,50ft thick, 20ft high. 1943c.ammo.10rds armor piercing(sp)10rds Tracer.1 round wooden'Bullet'!I'm sure my Old Man climbed out of hisbox we buried his 59yr old body in,38yrs ago, just to find out what the Hell are you shooting at now!!!We all looked to the"Beaches" as we toasted "The Generation" That Tom Brokaw has written so well about..I wish I had the ability with words that I have with a Stockers Chisel,...Where's McIntosh when I need Him??Any idea how far that .303 round went out to sea that I fired from the Beach? crossedchisles...Burpp.

Thanks to our Greatest Generation for their sacrifices and saving our freedom. And thanks to the vets of these other less popular wars. My Father fought in the Pacific along with a lot of tough old SOB's. Wouldn't talk about it with a snoot full.
Let's not politicize war!

I was born in early 1941, so too young to be apart of WWII. I did my part though, with the help of my neighbor, Jerry Rapp, our backyards were completely clear of any German or Japanese soldiers. We were able to keep our own little war going well after 1945---and the enemy paid dearly---I don't remember ever losing a battle. I do remember all the great Army Surplus stores around Southern California in the 1950's with all the WWII left overs. By the 1960's they were gone and our little wars were over and I was on to another challenge---girls.