D-Day 80 years later.

I watched a documentary on the History Channel called "Hunting Hitler". It was fascinating. In the end, a retired FBI officer joined the team and after viewing all the evidence, agreed that he probably escaped the bunker.
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...but...

...History Channel documentaries should probably be taken more as entertainment than fact...
Well you may be right, but it was excellent nonetheless. Lots of compelling bits of data.
 
80 years ago today my Grandpa stormed the beaches of Normandy, to help secure the freedom of the countries that were invaded by the little Nazi dictator. The Americans beat his ass all the way back to Ketrzyn. Where he took the cowards way out.
My father jumped out of an airplane with the 101st Airborne.
His brother was in the Navy and was already at battle with the Japs.


A most fantastic generation of Americans.
 
My granddad landed two weeks after D-Day with the 32nd armored regiment attached to third armor. Third armor was one of the only heavy armored divisions in Europe during World War II. They kicked ass.

I finished my basement during Covid and then I decorated my basement this past winter. I remember you granddad!

Edit: damn photos too big for my phone to post here
 
What was the fate of your grandpa?
Survived, but not without a small piece of shrapnel in this shoulder/back where a bomb exploded near the boat he was heading to shore in. It was a very small piece nothing to even slow him down. Unfortunately he died when I was 3 years old from a heart attack. Even though I was young I still have a couple of memories of him.
 
Thank you for your service.


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My Grandpa served under Patton in his campaign in Northern Africa. Then was sent to Normandy. He absolutely hated him, he was an asshole but respected him as a commander, who knew how to get the job done.
 
It's tomorrow in Florida.
I know it's today.. I wrote the post intentionally yesterday. It was supposed to say tomorrow, just realized I wrote Today. 6/6 would've been my parents 60th wedding anniversary as well.
 
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I watched a documentary on the History Channel called "Hunting Hitler". It was fascinating. In the end, a retired FBI officer joined the team and after viewing all the evidence, agreed that he probably escaped the bunker.
I think it's safe to say he is dead now
 
My Grandpa was 32 or around that age when drafted. He was married with two kids and had an essential civilian job so he served as a guard at a POW Camp in AZ. There were several men in my hometown that served in some pretty rough stuff in Europe and in the Pacific.

One guy specifically, who everyone just affectionately called Shorty, fought at Iwo Jima and had some really bad burn scars on his hands. He was really unassuming and rarely talked about it. The mayor of our town found out that Shorty was awarded a Bronze Star but never actually received it. After a couple of years the mayor was able to get a replacement medal and they did a ceremony for him in the early 2000's.

What always impressed me was the Shorty never complained about not getting a medal and seemed genuinely surprised when they told him he was finally getting it some 70 years later.
 
Had three uncles all in the Navy, all serving in the Pacific during WWII. All three ended up retiring from the Navy. My dad wasn't born yet, he was a "surprise" baby born in 45, there was about a 20 year gap between him and his youngest older brother.

one was an aide to several Captains and Admirals
one was a parachute rigger
one was a Sea Bee, all those airfields and bases that got built on the islands we took, he did that. Guy was a master at building/fixing anything, made guys Bob Villa look like amateurs.

From what I remember them telling me, they were all on different ships, during D-Day, two were getting ready for the Battle of the Philippines, one was getting ready for the Battle of Saipan.
 
I must visit this and pay my respects one day
If I ever decide to hop across the pond, I'd absolutely be prioritizing that stop.

I went to Arlington a few years back. My brother and sister-in-law came with (I was staying with them on that leg of my vacation) to be our tour guide because they'd already been there several times and wanted to show me around. We went on a "school day", so I had to wait to leave until my then-preschool nephew was dropped off at school and SIL got back home. The whole time we were there, they were pulling me along because they already saw everything and they were on a time crunch to get back in time to pick up their kid. Ultimately, I only got to see a fraction of what I wanted to see and never really got much of my desired opportunity to 'pay my respects'. Even the wife was pulling me along some because Arlington didn't mean as much to her as it did to me. Lesson learned; should've went by myself. If I do get over to Normandy (or back to Arlington for that matter), I'll be going by myself or making it perfectly clear to anyone with me that I'm going to take as much time as I want to digest every detail and will not be adhering to a timetable whatsoever.
 
My Grandpa served under Patton in his campaign in Northern Africa. Then was sent to Normandy. He absolutely hated him, he was an asshole but respected him as a commander, who knew how to get the job done.
My Great Uncle was a tank driver in Patton's 3rd Army during the Battle of the Bulge. He never talked about it but my Grandfather told me of some of the unthinkable things he saw during the war.

God Bless all who served and sacrificed.
 
My Great Uncle was a tank driver in Patton's 3rd Army during the Battle of the Bulge. He never talked about it but my Grandfather told me of some of the unthinkable things he saw during the war.

God Bless all who served and sacrificed.
Horrifying, no doubt. Did he get a pic of Patton slapping someone?
 
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