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Powerful.Interesting article in the Courant.
My father was at Normandy on D-Day 75 years ago today. Until he was close to dying, he never talked about it.
Powerful.Interesting article in the Courant.
My father was at Normandy on D-Day 75 years ago today. Until he was close to dying, he never talked about it.
My Uncle opened up about his time in the war mainly because he was awed to find out that he had spent time in the home town of my wife while going thru Germany with Patton. He mentioned that he was surprised by the number of Germans that were actually relieved that the German forces were retreating. Many of them were tired of the war and their loss of their loved ones. Most of the people in the area were farmers and they lost their crops and livestock to the German forces. Her Uncle was only 14 years old and was basically drafted (taken) to help bolster the German forces.I know it has been mentioned, but I have to ask. Do you know of any of the Greatest Generation that will talk about WW2? I know my Dad didn't.
To steal a phrase most applicable in an age of social media, a lie goes around the world twice before truth puts on its boots"cause in this day of social media incorrect facts soon become truths.
My father was in Merchant Marines, as sole support of his parents (grandfather had a stroke), and younger brother. Did a bunch of North Atlantic convoy crossings during the war, unarmed. He stayed in that service after the war, and he went all over and saw much of the world for a few years. I regret I never asked him more about it.My father served in the US Navy Submarine Service in the Pacific during WWII. The only time he spoke about his duty assignment was after I came home from Viet Nam. All that he mentioned was "depth charging".
I don’t know if you’re aware that during WWII, the Merchant Marine suffered the highest casualty rate of any service branch. Until the allies finally figured out how to stage and escort convoys across the Atlantic, it was incredibly dangerous duty.My father was in Merchant Marines, as sole support of his parents (grandfather had a stroke), and younger brother. Did a bunch of North Atlantic convoy crossings during the war, unarmed. He stayed in that service after the war, and he went all over and saw much of the world for a few years. I regret I never asked him more about it.
I do. That was the irony of his being someplace out of harms way to provide for his family.I don’t know if you’re aware that during WWII, the Merchant Marine suffered the highest casualty rate of any service branch. Until the allies finally figured out how to stage and escort convoys across the Atlantic, it was incredibly dangerous duty.
My father served in the US Navy Submarine Service in the Pacific during WWII. The only time he spoke about his duty assignment was after I came home from Viet Nam. All that he mentioned was "depth charging".
Not sure what that has to do with the Indy 500????"cause in this day of social media incorrect facts soon become truths.
Do you know what submarine?
I really don't know off the top of my head. But it was "fish" something or other. I will look through some of the old papers that I saved. He enlisted officially on Dec. 17, 1941 although he was at the Navy recruiter's office on Dec. 8. So many people there they gave them index cards with a date to come back. He left on Jan. 1, 1942. He went to Groton, and then according to my Mom left sometime during August 1942 for the Pacific. Could have been Kingfish but I will try to find out. No body is around anymore that I could ask. I know this: he was 33 years old at the time he enlisted, and he came home an E6. I know that he never spoke to my Mom about the war as I tried to find out from her when I was young boy. What I remember is this: once in the while, all the men and their families in the neighborhood would come by the house, drink beer and have a meal. They would speak about where they served during the war. Like one fellow said he served with Patton's 3rd; another was in the Bulge and he said, that it was cold. As a little boy, I was in awe of these conversations.