Old Weird Ward
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Thursday, June 09, 2005
- - - - - D+3 in Normandy - - - - -
On this day, 61 years ago, a 22-year-old infantryman went ashore in Normandy.
After landing through one of the "Mulberry" temporary harbors he started walking east. He carried a Rifle, M1, and few grenades, a clean pair of socks, and a few cans of C-rations.
He got dinged a couple of times, and wears the extra zippers to show it.
Eleven months later, tired and grimy, and much, much older than 22, he celebrated VE day.
One year and two months later, he married my Mom.
Thanks, Dad. You exemplify the greatest virtues of the Greatest Generation.
For the rest of you out there:
Dad is 82, and extra zippers or not, he still enjoys living.
Example: For his 80th birthday, Dad got himself a Mini Cooper. I've ridden co-pilot with him in that little beast (And beast it is. A smooth, civilized beast, but a beast - with a civilized haircut and a bad attitude), and I'm here to tell you that he's a slick, smooth, careful driver who can also hustle that little mother along at a medium-fast rate of knots in perfect balance and safety. And, while he's doing it, he smiles.
That's my Pop.
And he's still the smartest guy I know.
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