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.