Also, there was that Convoy. Moment of silence. It was the dark of the moon On the sixth of June And a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab over Pete with a refer on And a Jimmy haulin' hogs We was headin' for bear On 'I-1-0
My dad, who was in the 101st, jumped that day. Since 13 was his lucky number he announced on the plane that he wanted to be #13 to jump...... he was a hero right then and there !
I also wear this combat patch on my right shoulder sleeve with pride. God Bless your Grandfather and all others. Sent from my SM-G930T using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
Sadly the Greatest Generation is slipping away and what they did will be forgotten. God Bless them all.
My Uncle John (Father's Brother) was killed in Italy outside of Rome on 6/6/44--part of the "other" invasion into Europe.
Thanks, Dave. My father wore 173rd Airborne (is now buried at Arlington), and I wore the Screaming Eagle. Thanks to all who have sworn the oath and done the deed!
My grandfather's cousin was with the British ox and bucks who captured Pegasus Bridge by glider and waited for the Americans to relieve them. One of their lieutenants is believed to be the first man killed on June 6th. We are all beneficiaries of a true world wide team effort play hard, drive fast
tough day....sadly the cost is lost to those that don't know of the sacrifice those bore so we could live free..
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