Re: June 6th 1944
Re: June 6th 1944
Didn't know where he was until five years ago. Someone I contacted online told me and visited and then someone else did too. The former died last year, but the latter has become one of the best friends I could ever wish for. Then another friend over here took me over there and has done so every year since then. Just wish my poor old Grandparents knew.Re: June 6th 1944
These boys were barely out of their teens.. Many had just graduated from High School. I was listening to a 94 year old veteran of D-Day tell his story. He saw hundreds of his fellow soldiers die. When asked what struck him the most he said " There is a falicy about when men are dying. They don't look for GOD.. no.. The last words on their lips is Momma!.. Momma help me!" As a mother of grown sons that made me disolve into a puddle of tears. I may not have had the life I have had if these brave boys didn't sacrifice.. We owe them so much.Re: June 6th 1944
For many years I picked fruit from a local fruit farm owned by Mr C. a funny old chap who used to say 'that will be 50p' no matter how much the basket weighed.
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